empty coffee cup still warm
where you used to sit and laugh
polaroids are fading now
scattered on the bedroom floor
your perfume lingers in the air
though youve been gone for days
looking through our broken frames
trying to make sense of why
all the words we never said
echo in these hollow rooms
these are the hurts that made me whole
carved their names into my soul
every scar tells its own story
every wound became my glory
these are the hurts i carry now
taught me how to love somehow
broken glass still cuts me deep
but its the light that makes me real
rain against the window pane
like the tears i used to cry
walking down our favorite street
but the colors look all wrong
your voice plays on repeat inside
every corner of this place
holding onto what we had
while letting go of what we were
all the dreams we built together
crumble in the morning light
these are the hurts that made me whole
carved their names into my soul
every scar tells its own story
every wound became my glory
these are the hurts i carry now
taught me how to love somehow
broken glass still cuts me deep
but its the light that makes me real
im not the same girl who believed
in forever after all
these are the hurts that made me whole
every wound became my glory
these are the hurts i carry now
but its the light that makes me real