Gone (Therapy?)

I know about the scars on your arms I know your baby wasn't born I know that your mum hates your dad I know that it fucked up your head Hang on, it's gone Hang on, it's gone Hang on, it's gone Hang on, it's gone The violence buried away The violence buried away The violence buried away The violence buried away You know you can share anything You know I'm listening You know I'll kiss away the tears You know I understand your fears Hang on, it's gone Hang on, it's gone Hang on, it's gone Hang on, it's gone The violence buried away The violence buried away The violence buried away The violence buried away The violence buried away The violence buried away The violence buried away The violence buried away