The heart breaks fast.
It takes time to heal.
I don’t have the time to kill, and I don’t want to.
I got my box of priorities.
I’ve tried to shut the lid, but you just keep jumping in.
Take a look inside, you’ll see the scars written on my heart like an obituary carved in stone.

Everyday I do the same things.
Go to the same places.
Talk to the same people.
But take a look inside and see the scars carved with a knife on my heart like an obituary, like an obituary.
They are there and they still hurt.
But hopefully not forever.

I have live 1000 lives and in all of them,
You were in my arms.
But now that that’s done and gone,
The words that you said are carved in my heart,
Like an obituary made of stone.

Day by day passes and I’m still lonely.
You’ve come back into my box of priorities,
But somehow I’ve slipped out of yours.
Why can’t I just stay a little longer,
Till the scars heal the the bruises are gone.

Let’s say come back in 10 years and take a look again.
The scars will be there written on my heart,
Like an obituary made of stone.

I have live 1000 lives and in all of them,
You were in my arms.
But now that that’s done and gone,
The words that you said are carved in my heart,
Like an obituary made of stone.
I have live 1000 lives and in all of them,
You were in my arms.
But now that that’s done and gone,
The words that you said are carved in my heart,
Like an obituary made of stone.

Made of stone
Rock hard
And solid

Scar will bleed red and blue.
How did I become so confused?

I have live 1000 lives and in all of them,
You were in my arms.
But now that that’s done and gone,
The words that you said are carved in my heart,
Like an obituary made of stone.

Made of stone.