Saint of the Scar

Here I stand, cross of regret
In my silhouette
Saint of the scar
Cold and away, here it comes again
It likes to say a feeling you can’t contain
A sob in a smile, world gone black and bleak
It’s simple and that’s why
Let the world see it, a banner drenched in hurt
You may not believe it, your eyes must convert
To bear the signs, flaws and mistakes
To you it finds — and it breaks
Here I stand, cross of regret
In my silhouette
Saint of the scar
So let it come its way
Lead the path today
Here I stand
Simply unmistakable — a lesson wrought in tune
Now to be forgivable
A new almanac on a dotted line
So let it come its way
Lead the path today
Here I stand, cross of regret
In my silhouette
Saint of the scar