Take all the trauma away Take all the trauma away Take all the trauma away Take all the trauma away Cut all the cycles away Take all the trauma away
Run it back (run it back) Show me love (show me love) Who am I (who am I) A piece of paper Run it back (run it back) Fill it up (fill it up) Who are we (who are we) Empty pages Who am I Just a piece of paper
Who was she Just a piece of paper Born in 77 New born baby with empty pages Didn't know nothing, no experience Like a clean sheet of paper Her parents were the authors Her father wrote a dark fantasy with her mother About how he was angry and he grabbed her by the neck About how he was angry and then sometimes he left About how he can do the same thing to his daughter Who grew looking for her father's love in the boyfriends Who grew up ending up with a husband Who hit her like her father did with her mother Again now the story begins
Run it back (run it back) Show me love (show me love) Who am I (who am I) A piece of paper Run it back (run it back) Fill it up (fill it up) Who are we (who are we) Empty pages Who am I Just a piece of paper
Who was he Just a piece of paper Born in 97 New born baby with empty pages Didn't know nothing, no experience Like a clean sheet of paper His parents were the authors His mother hoped to write a different story from her former But she couldn't hide the alcohol and the substance abuse from depression She faced with her bills She faced with her husband She faced with her past So she blasts Her son found her body in the car His clean pages tainted with blood So he grew up tryna deal with the scars No father figure so he did it like his mother using drugs Waiting for that day he'll OD on the bus (Again) Waiting for that day he'll OD on the bus And now the story begins
Run it back (run it back) Show me love (show me love) Who am I (who am I) A piece of paper Run it back (run it back) Fill it up (fill it up) Who are we (who are we) Empty pages
Who am I Just a piece of paper Like every human at it's birth Empty pages We become what the world writes and maybe I could get a better story than others Or maybe My story is written in blood It's written in drugs It's written in guns It's written in pain No self esteem a story written in shame The author don't even know cause he's was written thesame And now his children about to do thesame shit again To their offsprings The way the cycle goes it's exhausting I wonder if it means we're accursed Or maybe we might need a new pencil To rewrite the pages To rewrite the pagesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
