These scars on my skin
Match the scars on my heart.
And these tears in my eyes
Match the tears in my soul.
And when your heart is bleeding
And your soul is crying
It makes you wonder why
You bother getting up at all.
And then I see your face
And things seem okay.
And then I hear your voice
And the pain's a little smaller.
So maybe I'm just crazy
And maybe I'm a mess,
But I'm a little less crazy
Whenever you're around.















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