Letra de What About The Hurt

The trace of last night's teardrops is still upon her cheeks A monument of mis'ry where she cried herself to sleep The stain of last night's good times is still upon your shirt The shirt will wash her tears will dry but what about the hurt You can't remove the mark of hurt with anything you say It leaves a scar inside her heart that words can't wash away Someday you'll reap the harvest of the bitter seeds you've sown And mem'ries of those good times won't help you when she's gone You'll see those stolen moments for everything thye're worth The price you pay for thrills are cheap but what about the hurt [ fiddle - steel ] You can't remove the mark of hurt... Someday you'll reap the harvest...