Stephen Fretwell - Scar

^CI don't know, what i should say I keep ^Ammy mouth shut through the day Oh and the ^Fnight, i know why the ^Gnight brings you such a ^Cfright ^CSee the rope, over there, well it's^Am been here, here for years And no one knows w^Fhy, what with it ^Gi, tend much to d^Co ^C7

And that old ^Fscar, on my fa^Fmce, slowly f^Cades a^C7way And it's high ^Ftime, i apolog^Fmised to everyone that i've hu^Crt^C7 Maybe i ^Fcould, be your ^Fmman, do you think you could ^Chelp me darling See if you ^C7can, it's just feel r^Fight, you and ^Fmi , leaning on this bar toni^Cght

And i don't ^Cknow, what game to play, i played a^Am different one yesterday And games never ^Fmove, life seems to ^Gdo, what i don't want it t^Coo^C7.

Maybe i ^Fcould, be your ^Fmman, do you think you could ^Chelp me darling See if you ^C7can, it just feels ^Fright, don't you t^Fmhink, somehow toni^Cgh^C7t. And that old ^Fscar, on my f^Fmace, slowly f^Cades a^C7way And it's so l^Fong since i apol^Fmogised to anyone that i've ^Churt.

I still don't ^Cknow, what i should say Does it get ^Amannoying, with me wasting the day Falling and d^Frunk, drunken i f^Gell, fell for your s^Cpell.