Holding the Pieces Together

No. I don't need to tell you where I've been. You can hear it in the shape I'm in. Every scar's got a story to tell. Every goodbye left a little hell. I tried to hide what hurt inside. But these old blues don't know how to lie. There's a truth in my blues. You can hear it when I sing. Every tear I ever cried, Every broken dream. I don't need to say I'm hurting. I don't need to explain. Just listen to these old guitar strings, They'll tell you everything. I loved a woman with all my heart. Watched that love slowly fall apart. I held on longer than I should. Believed in us like I knew I could. Now every note I play tonight Carries a little of that goodbye. There's a truth in my blues. You can hear it when I sing. Every tear I ever cried, Every broken dream. I don't need to say I'm hurting. I don't need to explain. Just listen to these old guitar strings, They'll tell you everything. You can't fake the blues. You can't hide behind a song. If you've never felt the darkness, You don't know how to sing along. Every wound becomes a melody. Every loss becomes a line. And every truth I've tried to bury Comes alive When I play tonight. There's a truth in my blues. And I've got nothing left to hide. All the love I lost. All the tears I cried. Maybe I was broken. Maybe I was wrong. But every piece of who I am Is living in this song. If you wanna know my heart, Listen to the truth in my blues. No lies, No disguise. Just an old guitar And the truth in my Blues.