Picking at the
scab
Scratching at the
scar
Nobody knows
where you are
All you've built
Career, a home
You're setting
fire to the lawn
It's just a
temporary bandage
On a permanent
wound
Your father's not
really your father
And now they're
all dead and gone
But you've still
got the scars
You're still
trying to prove
Who you are
You've tried so
hard
To live the story
To make a happy
home
But inside, you
feel a knocking
This could never
be mine
And the flames
are something spectacular
Now they'll all
feel your wounds
Now you've
finally been unmasked
And you've burned
your bridges too
It's just a
temporary bandage
On a permanent
wound
Applause is
roaring
But you don't
hear a thing
Just that little
voice inside of you
It's not enough,
it's never enough
Now the only
thing you've left to prove
Is that the man
you've built
Isn't you
It's just a
temporary bandage
On a permanent
wound
It's just a
temporary bandage
On a permanent
wound
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