She sits alone in a crowded room she says someday will get here soon and when it does boy, I'm oughta here
she says I don't remember love but it must be cut above from what's going on around here
what is wrong with me? I'm out of love these are the dreams that scars are made of is it too much to ask to win just once? just once? she says X marks the spot where I used to feel baby it's all right cuz it never heals
what is wrong with me? I'm out of love these are the dreams that scars are made of is it too much to ask to win just once? just once?
isn't wanting enough? isn't wanting enough?
what is wrong with me? I'm out of love these are the dreams that scars are made of is it too much to ask? is it too much to ask?