Some scars are not meant to be mended Like warnings inside of my mind Inscribed, so I'll always remember, 'Bout things that I will never have
A heart that still beats, A soul that believes, The skin that remember the touch of your lips The lungs full of air, Some words to confess, A tongue that could dance on the curves of your flesh
Night will show Where we'll glow Except this one thing that I want, Except this one thing that I need, Except this one thing that I love, All is mine
I wish that those scars could be mended, I wish that they could let me go So I could at least lose my battles, And face all this shit that I own
A heart that won't beat, And no soul as such, The blood on my hands from these wounds that I scratch The lungs full of ash, Words I can't proclaim, And wrists tied with ropes made of passion and shame
Night will show Where we'll glow Except this one thing that I want, Except this one thing that I need, Except this one thing that I love, All is mine
The city lights won't follow me along the paper streets And as the lanterns cried with mist, I build my house of ink
I wanted all (The city lights won't follow me along the paper streets) Now all is mine (And as the lanterns cried with mist, I build my house of ink)
Night will show Where we'll glow Except this one thing that I want, Except this one thing that I need, Except this one thing that I love, All is mine
Into the darkness and decay, With lipstick you're drawing my way Where of those things I've proudly done, I need none