Wounded Hearts - Marc Broussard

I tried to paint my world black and white

But time has only blurred all the lines

We’re all just flesh and blood, skin and bones

But I failed to see that I had blinders on

'Cause it’s easy to turn and look the other way

But it’s hard to try to put yourself

In another man’s place

So, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong

Somewhere fought holes without a home

'Cause everybody knows what it’s like to be alone

Holding' it together with your belly hanging on

Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong

It may seem hard to know where to begin

I found that it’s best to start by listening

'Cause when you think that you figured it out

Is likely when I feel come crashing bout

'Cause, it’s easy to turn and look the other way

Until the people you’ve been running from

Standing in your face

Somebody tell me, where do the wounded hearts belong

Somewhere fought holes without a home

'Cause everybody knows what it’s like to be alone

Holding' it together with your belly hanging on

Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong

I know I’ll never be a Superman but

Even the simple man can understand what it means

To have a helping' hand…

So, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong

Somewhere fought holes without a home

'Cause everybody knows what it’s like to be alone

Holding' it together with your belly hanging on

Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong