The blood is dry in the wounds I hide   The scars are settling in   So I keep the light low and they still show   I sit and count every stitch      What it means, what it really means   It's time I let everything go   That's killing me and turning me   Spinning me so out of control   I don't want to let go   I don't want to let go      I don't know what for but these open doors   Keep slamming in on me   And if life's a joke then it's getting old   And I hope God's looking out for me      What it means, what it really means   It's time I let everything go   That's killing me and turning me   Spinning me so out of control   I don't want to let go   I don't want to let go      The blood is dry in the wounds I hide   The scars are settling in