The blood is dry in the wounds I hide
The scars are settling in
So I keep the light low and they still show
I sit and count every stitch

What it means, what it really means
It´s time I let everything go
That´s killing me and turning me
Spinning me so out of control
I don´t want to let go
I don´t want to let go

Don´t know what for but these open doors
Keep slamming in on me
And if life´s a joke then it´s getting old
And I hope God´s looking out for me

What it means, what it really means
It´s time I let everything go
That´s killing me and turning me
Spinning me so out of control
I don´t want to let go
I don´t want to let go

The blood in the wounds I hid
The scars are settling in