The Trace of Things That Have No Words

Nothing can numb this pain, nothing can fill this void Nothing can heal this wound, nothing can hide this scar Nothing is what I have, nothing is all that's left Nothing is what I am, if I am without you Looking down at my feet, why do they move at all? Looking down at my hands, why do they work at all? I hear the words I speak, why can I speak at all? If I can't speak to you, why can I speak at all? I won't give up this pain, the pain of what I lost I don't want to be healed, why do they even try? Pain is all I have left to tell me this was real Pain is the only thing left I can feel My scars I show yo know, my scars They prove my life was real, my scars Here on my face, here on my arms Lines from a play, you were the star You see them now, you see my truth The way I lived, I lived for you These scars proved my life was real Now you can see my face, now you can hear my words Now can you understand how I traced out my world? Why must I face this life? Why am I here alone? Where did the future go? Why am I here alone? My scars I show yo know, my scars They prove my life was real, my scars Here on my face, here on my arms Lines from a play, you were the star You see them now, you see my truth The way I lived, I lived for you These scars proved my life was real