Opener

she sits alone in a crowded room
she says someday will get here soon
and when it does spoil out of here
she says I don`t remember love
but it must be cut above
from what`s going on around here
what is wrong with me?
I`m out of love
these are the dreams that scars are made of
is it too much to ask to win just once?
just once?
she says
X marks the spot
where I used to feel
baby it`s all right cuz it
never heals
what is wrong with me?
I`m out of love
these are the dreams that scars are made of
is it too much to ask to win just once?
just once?
isn`t wanting enough?
isn`t wanting enough?
what is wrong with me?
I`m out of love
these are the dreams that scars are made of
is it too much to ask?
is it too much to ask?