Bobby rides that barstool and every night he'll start out with a smile
He'll tell a joke you've heard before just sit there laughin' for a while
But when it gets close to closing you'll have to call a cab and take his keys
Cause he'll be crying out I'm sorry to someone only he can see
Scars
We all hide
What we bury and then carry deep inside
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
The doorbell rang at midnight and Karen stood there crying at the door
In her nightgown with a suitcase saying I just couldn't take it anymore
We stayed all night talking about all the pain and heartache that she's seen
Till she said what is it about me that I only choose the ones who treat me mean
Scars
We all hide
What we bury and then carry deep inside
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
Sometimes all it takes as some faded photograph of my old man
And I'm right back in that struggle that I may never understand
Scars
We don't show
What we bury and then carry down the road
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
Makes life hard
We all have our scars
WRITTEN BY CHARLES ESTEN and GARY NICHOLSON
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Bobby rides that barstool and every night he'll start out with a smile
He'll tell a joke you've heard before just sit there laughin' for a while
But when it gets close to closing you'll have to call a cab and take his keys
Cause he'll be crying out I'm sorry to someone only he can see
Scars
We all hide
What we bury and then carry deep inside
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
The doorbell rang at midnight and Karen stood there crying at the door
In her nightgown with a suitcase saying I just couldn't take it anymore
We stayed all night talking about all the pain and heartache that she's seen
Till she said what is it about me that I only choose the ones who treat me mean
Scars
We all hide
What we bury and then carry deep inside
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
Sometimes all it takes as some faded photograph of my old man
And I'm right back in that struggle that I may never understand
Scars
We don't show
What we bury and then carry down the road
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
Makes life hard
We all have our scars
WRITTEN BY CHARLES ESTEN and GARY NICHOLSON
He'll tell a joke you've heard before just sit there laughin' for a while
But when it gets close to closing you'll have to call a cab and take his keys
Cause he'll be crying out I'm sorry to someone only he can see
Scars
We all hide
What we bury and then carry deep inside
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
The doorbell rang at midnight and Karen stood there crying at the door
In her nightgown with a suitcase saying I just couldn't take it anymore
We stayed all night talking about all the pain and heartache that she's seen
Till she said what is it about me that I only choose the ones who treat me mean
Scars
We all hide
What we bury and then carry deep inside
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
Sometimes all it takes as some faded photograph of my old man
And I'm right back in that struggle that I may never understand
Scars
We don't show
What we bury and then carry down the road
Makes life hard
We all have our own scars
Makes life hard
We all have our scars
WRITTEN BY CHARLES ESTEN and GARY NICHOLSON