There are scars I want to show
The dried tears that have run
And wounds that are still fresh.
I want to open up my heart to you.
I want to let you in.
But where do I start?
And how do I do that?
When I've put chains and padlocks on my heart
and thrown away the key in the ocean of
broken promises and dead dreams.
How do I do that?
When I've built walls so high making
it difficult for a climb.
When I've burnt...