Gone

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