I've had to burn some bridges in my time
Some broken trust and convoluted lies
Some disheartened hellos and solemn goodbyes
Too much pain for too short a life
I've got a couple old friends
A couple scars on my back
Why does this always happen
Is it the strength that I lack
That makes me such a pushover
Or play thing at best
The things that keep me awake
The tightness in my chest
Oh, no
Oh, no
At this point there's nothing your apology did
The damage is done and all my scars are hidden
What's the point of a best friend if you end up losing them?
I was never in your best interest
You only thought about yourself and nothing less
You get everything I want, I must say I'm impressed
I've got a couple old friends
A couple scars on my back
Why does this always happen
Is it the strength that I lack
That makes me such a pushover
Or play thing at best
The things that keep me awake
The tightness in my chest
Oh, no
Oh, no
It'd be so nice to gained some kind of clarity
But it doesn't really help when you never talk to me
I guess I shouldn't give out so much trust
But at this point I either fold or I bust
I've got a couple old friends
A couple scars on my back
Why does this always happen
Is it the strength that I lack
That makes me such a pushover
Or play thing at best
The things that keep me awake
The tightness in my chest
I've got a couple old friends
A couple scars on my back
Why does this always happen
Is it the strength that I lack
That makes me such a pushover
Or play thing at best
The things that keep me awake
The tightness in my chest
Oh, no
(The things in my chest)
Oh, no