TobyMac - Scars Lyrics
Lyrics
Intro
No, no
Yeah I'm
Just beepin' right now
I gotta go
Hey
Verse 1
Had you on my mind
I had a little time
I know we kinda overdue (Overdue, overdue)
Turnin' back the pages
To our younger days, yeah
I can still imagine you (Imagine you, imagine you)
Verse 2
Boomin' like the thunder
Chasin' life with wonder
With fire that could light a room
Bottom kinda fell out
Waited for the rebound
But you never made a move
Pre-Chorus
When life cuts so deep
Try and remember
Chorus
You, you're not alone
We've all been there (Been there, been there)
Scars come with livin'
You, you're not alone
We've all been there (Been there, been there, oh), oh
So lift your head, lift your head
Lift your head to where your help comes from
Yeah, you, you're not alone
We've all been there
Scars come with livin' (With livin', with livin')
Verse 3
Life ain't got no sequel
We all broken people
The only road to found is lost (Found is lost, found is lost)
Oversimplifyin' (oversimplifyin')
Ain't no shame in tryin' (Ain't no shame in trying)
Passion never counts the cost (Counts the cost)
Verse 4
Now you won't take my phone calls
You won't text me back at all
I just want to see you
I can't stand to see you gone
Yesterday I missed you
Yesterday I played your song
I'm oversimplifyin', I'm oversimplifyin'
(I'm oversimplifying, I'm oversimplifying, I'm oversimplifying)
Pre-Chorus
But try and remember
Chorus
You, you're not alone
We've all been there (Been there, been there)
Scars come with livin'
You, you're not alone
We've all been there (Been there, been there, oh), oh
So lift your head, lift your head
Lift your head to where your help comes from
Yeah, you, you're not alone
We've all been there
Scars come with livin'
Post-Chorus
Scars come, scars come, oh, scars come
Oh, scars come with livin'
Scars come, scars come, oh, scars come
Oh, scars come with livin'
Bridge
It doesn't matter who you are (Who you are)
This world gon' leave some battle scars (Battle scars)
It doesn't matter who you are (Who you are)
This world gon' leave some battle scars (Battle scars)
It doesn't matter who you are (Who you are)
This world gon' leave some battle scars (Battle scars)
It doesn't matter who you are (Who you are)
This world gon' leave some battle scars (Ooh)
Chorus
You, you're not alone
We've all been there
Scars come with livin'
You, you're not alone, you're not alone
So lift your head up (Scars come, scars come) (Head up)
To where your help comes from
Lift your head up (Scars come, scars come) (Head up, head up)
Oh, scars come with livin'
Lift your head up (Scars come, scars come), (Lift your head, lift your head, lift your hea-hea-head)
To where your help comes from
Lift your head up (Scars come, scars come), (Lift your head, lift your head, lift your head)
Oh, scars come with livin'
Lift your head up (Scars come, scars come) (Head up, head up)
Outro
It doesn't matter who you are (Who you are)
This world gon' leave some battle scars (Battle scars)
Lift your head up (Scars come, scars come), (Lift your head, lift your head, lift your head)
It doesn't matter who you are (Who you are)
This world gon' leave some battle scars (Battle scars)
It doesn't matter who you are (Who you are)
This world gon' leave some battle scars
Video
TobyMac - Scars (Come With Livin')
Meaning & Inspiration
I’m sitting here with the static of the radio still hummin' in my ears, thinking about TobyMac’s "Scars." Most folks want their faith clean. They want a narrative where you walk away from the pig pen, scrub the mud off, and suddenly everything is shiny and sensible. But the realness of being found—the kind that makes your knees shake—doesn't look like that. It looks like the jagged, ugly lines you carry back from the far country.
"The only road to found is lost."
That line hit me hard enough to bruise. I spent years trying to pave a different road, trying to convince myself I could arrive at grace without ever really breaking. I thought being "found" was just a destination, like pulling into a driveway after a long drive. I was wrong. The road to being found is paved with wrong turns, empty bottles, and burned bridges. It’s the sheer, scandalous reality that you have to lose your grip on your own righteousness—on your own control—before you can be picked up.
My skin is still crawling from the things I’ve seen and the things I’ve done. I look at my hands and I see the marks of where I tried to pull myself up by my own bootstraps and failed every single time.
TobyMac sings that "scars come with livin'." It’s a plain, brutal truth. You don't get through this life unscathed. You get cut. You get shredded by the decisions you make and the ones forced on you. Psalm 121 talks about lifting your eyes to the hills, to where your help comes from, but it doesn't promise that the hills aren't steep or that you won't bleed on the climb.
We act like scars are things to be hidden under long sleeves or clever talk. But when the Father saw me coming down the road—reeking of the stall, face dirty, shoulders slumped—He didn't pull out a medical kit to hide the damage. He pulled me into a hug. He held the scars.
That’s the part that messes me up. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for someone to point at the mess I made and tell me I’m too far gone. But the "Rescue" isn't about being cleaned up until I’m unrecognizable. It’s about being known in all my ruined glory. If I didn't have these scars, I wouldn't know the ache of the Father’s arms, and that’s a thought that keeps me awake at night. Maybe the scars aren't just evidence of a life gone wrong. Maybe they’re the places where His grace finally had enough room to get in. I’m still working that out. I’m still here, still smelling like the smoke, but the fire didn't finish me.