WE ARE THE HURT AND WOUNDED
We are the hurt and wounded... We carry our scars in our bellies and thighs, And in those downcast eyes, That hesitate to meet another's. [...]
We are the hurt and wounded... We carry our scars in our bellies and thighs, And in those downcast eyes, That hesitate to meet another's. [...]
What If, If you came home one day, To find guilt living in your home! Wearing your clothes, Sleeping in your bed, Pretending to live your life, What are you to do?
Trauma is a tyrant He has friends in all the right places Guards, who are ready to attack Trespassers on forbidden territory