Gone

I know about the scars on your arm,
I know your baby wasn't born,
I know that your mom hates your dad,
I know that it fucked up your head!

Hang on: It's gone
It's the violence... buried away

You know you can share anything,
You know I'm listenin',
You know I'll kiss away the tears,
You know I understand your fears...

Hang on: It's gone
It's the violence, buried away