If you could step into my head. Tell me, would you still know me?. And if you woke up in my bed. Tell me, would you hold me?. . Or would you simply let it lie?.
The open wound she hides. She just keeps it bundled up and never lets it show. She can't take much more of this but she can't let it go. That's okay, she don't want the world.
she walks through the city. noone recognises her face. they don't want her pity. noone ever mentions her name. she's carried the broken. her scars have no name in her heart.
This is about to be history. Nobody's gonna take it from me. I'm gonna show you something you've got to see. Trust me people will remember this day 'cause.