At the bottom of me buried way down
Theres this stuff you don't see
I don't dare talk about
At the bottom of me buried all the down
There's these lies i believe
Manufactured by insecurities spoken aloud
Oh the wounds that bind us
The trauma that finds us
The life led on the mend
I'm always creating to heal again
At the end of the day
It's all in how you synthesize disappointment
It's all in how you organize your emotions
At the end of our lives
We can't carry the pain on with us
So drop of your baggage at the gate
Hurt people Hurt people
Broken people Break people
Sick people spread it around
Trauma bounding with my friends
Holding it down
Oh the wounds that bind us
The trauma that finds us
The life led on the mend
I'm always creating to heal again