Narrow red lines down her forearm
Blood that trickles with her tears
Poisons her guts
Like spoilt red wine
Don't you cry now, lovely
Don't you cry
Don't you cry now, lovely
Scars will heal
Dried skin trying to redeem
But she picks to relive fresh new stings
Hurt and hurting
She can't win, no
Don't you cry now, lovely
Don't you cry
Don't you cry now, lovely
Scars will heal
Don't you cry now, lovely
Don't you cry
Don't you cry now, lovely
Scars will heal
Scars will heal
Scars will heal
Scars will heal
Scars will heal
