the scars on my back sting
it's the exact same pain as the stings i felt
you were throwing words as sharp as knives
to me, a weak leafthose words only pierced me
and my poor heart
you used to always build me up
and now, you've taken my wings away
the scars on my back sting
it's the exact same pain as the stings i felt
you were throwing words as sharp as knives
to me, a weak leafthose words only pierced me
and my poor heart
you used to always build me up
and now, you've taken my wings away