SCARS DON’T GET THE LAST WORD Verse 1 July came hard on a stretch of road, One bad second and the whole world slowed. Collapsed lung, shoulder cracked, Four nights wondering how I’d get back. Couldn’t raise my arm, couldn’t sleep just right, Counting little victories every night. Pain had plenty it wanted heard, But scars don’t get the last word. Pre-Chorus An inch at a time, a day at a time, Learning that healing don’t run in a straight line. Chorus Scars don’t get the last word, They just tell me where I’ve been. They can mark the days that broke me, They don’t get to write the end. I’m still moving, still breathing, Still chasing down what matters most. Yeah, the hurt can leave its mark, But it don’t get to own my heart. Scars don’t get the last word. Verse 2 First back on the bike, then a slow first run, Testing what was broken underneath the sun. Arm climbing higher, pain letting go, Finding out the body remembers what it knows. Back with the whistle, back on my feet, Little bits of normal never felt so sweet. Every mile made one thing sure: I was stronger than the hurt. Pre-Chorus Some days forward, some days slow, But every week I got a little more whole. Chorus Scars don’t get the last word, They just tell me where I’ve been. They can mark the days that broke me, They don’t get to write the end. I’m still moving, still breathing, Still chasing down what matters most. Yeah, the hurt can leave its mark, But it don’t get to own my heart. Scars don’t get the last word. Bridge I don’t need to hide what happened, I don’t need to wish it gone. Every scar became a sentence, But it never became the whole damn song. I’ve still got roads I want to ride, Still got finish lines in sight. Still got people waiting for me When I make it home at night. Final Chorus Scars don’t get the last word, They just prove how far I’ve been. They can mark the days that broke me, They don’t get to write the end. I’m still moving, still breathing, Still chasing down what matters most. I’ve got miles left in these legs, And a whole lot of living left. Yeah, the hurt can leave its mark, But it don’t get to own my heart. Scars don’t get the last word. Outro Let ’em show. Let ’em hurt. They can tell the story— But scars don’t get the last word.
