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Four years went by and it's still fresh
No reflection, just a bunch of gossip
See the anger in the way that it didn't change
When I showed such love in a grand way
Oh oh okay
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Putting a match to the cash
Biblical book in the back of my brain
Stubborn the kid who neglecting the change
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Learning from lessons that past
Discipline not pleasant, but it teach
Laying down on pastures of peace
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Funny thing they do when they break up
Move on two weeks, put some makeup
On the wounds so fresh from my absence
Four years went by and it's still fresh
No reflection, just a bunch of gossip
See the anger in the way that it didn't change
When I showed such love in a grand way
Oh oh okay
Oh, okay, you bitter to your roots
Grudges fill the pages of your books
You obsessed with the things that you hate
Occupy massive parts of your brain
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Putting a match to the cash
Biblical book in the back of my brain
Stubborn the kid who neglecting the change
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Learning from lessons that past
Discipline not pleasant, but it teach
Laying down on pastures of peace
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Putting a match to the cash
Biblical book in the back of my brain
Stubborn the kid who neglecting the change
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Learning from lessons that past
Discipline not pleasant, but it teach
Laying down on pastures of peace
Wounded up, I gotta scab
Stop it, son, stop picking at it
That's the way it gets worse, you keep picking at it
Over and over and over and over again
If it doesn't wanna get picked, stop picking it
Move on, son, move