Silence

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 just trying to leave them walk like a painter name Picasso now searching for a trace of you lost in echoes of yesterday silhouettes of you won’t fade away in the silence. I’m standing here in the silence. I’m right here in the silence. I’m in the scars. I’m left with a broken heart. Ooooo ooooo in the silence, I’m right here in the silence. I’m in my scars. Ooooo

Ooooo I’m mending scars I’m left with a broken heart I’m mending scars mending scars