Scars
Writers
Chris Turner - BMI/SB21
Ryan Larkins - Sony Music Publishing
Verse
The playground was my stomping ground at recess
No fear, no limits, no worries, no thinking bout regrets
I never knew a merry go round could get the best of me
We parted ways with ripped blue jeans, a band-aid, on a scraped knee
Verse
When I was 17 knew everything the world didn't seem that small
One Friday night, no headlights, being reckless gave me a close call
I hit the ditch, cut a flip, got a couple stitches in my lip
It's a wander I didn't kill myself
But it makes for a good story to tell
Chorus
They're road maps from the past
Small reminders you can look at
Even though you can't go back
Sometimes you wish ya could
They're more than you give credit for
Mistakes that you can't ignore
They make us who we are Yeah we've all got Scars
Verse
Life seems to puzzle me
It's hard to figure out
It'll give you a black eye
It'll kick you in the mouth
I can see the man in the mirror every now and then
Sayin, It ain't about where you're going, it's where you've been
Chorus
Road maps from the past
Small reminders you can look at
Even though you can't go back
Sometimes you wish ya could
They're more than you give credit for
Mistakes that you can't ignore
They make us who we are
Yeah we've all got Scars
Chorus
They're road maps from the past
Small reminders you can look at
Even though you can't go back
Sometimes you wish ya could
They're more than you give credit for
Mistakes that you can't ignore
They make us who we are
Yeah we've all got Scars
Yeah we've all got Scars
Yeah we've all got Scars
Yeah we've all got Scars"