Jamestown Story Scarred
Empty house filled with memories haunting me when I sleep, in this bed.
The impressions you left make it hard to forget.
It's like your a ghost.
Now all my picture frames are facing down, because I don't have the strength to throw them out.
I am scarred, from my head down to my heart, where you aimed and left your mark, It's all that I have to remind me your gone, It keeps me from moving on.
Raise your glass, Here's to never looking back, On this world, we built together.
All I'm left with are these open wounds, That arn't getting better,
'Cause it's hard to forget this damn hole in my chest, and the mess that you left when you left me,
Now these blankets and sheets are like chains around me, And this bed, Is holding me hostage.
I am scarred, from my head down to my heart, where you aimed and left your mark, It's all that I have to remind me your gone and keeps me from moving on.
If there's a will, there's a way but I can't seem to find it,
If I could then I would grab our tape and rewind it,
And erace the mistakes, All the bands and the breaks, All the lies and the smiles, You so easily faked,
And accept all the facts that your never coming back,
and It's brought me to my knees.
I am scarred, from my head down to my heart, where you aimed and left your mark, It's all that I have to remind me your gone, It keeps me from moving on.
