Scars and echoes of You

From New York to LA I’m standing on the West Coast my hands up in the air. I’m trying to let your love go. Your friends asked me yesterday. Why am I trying to steal your show? I said I’m trying to leave a mark like a painter once name, Picasso searching for traces of you, lost an echoes of yesterday your silhouettes gone, but my heart will not move on. I’m standing here in the silence. I’m standing here alone. I’m standing here in the silence. I’m standing here sewing my scars. Oooo ooooo I’m standing here in the silence. I’m standing here alone. I’m standing here in the silence, sewing my scars. Ooooa ooo sewing my scars.