In my own turn
I'm trying to reach out I know I'll get there soon
There's a hole in the earth here
And we're walking round the edges
You were flaunting all your open wounds
I can't express them better than you

You have buried childish qualities
Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
I have many destructive qualities
Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me

It's like an old rhyme
Your father's a liar while my father's lying down
In a hole in the earth there
And I'm scared I'll forget him
I'm still haunted by those open wounds
I won't express them truly to you

You have buried childish qualities
Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
I have many destructive qualities
Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me

I have so much hurt inside me
Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
I have so much hurt inside me
Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
Friend, friend, friend, friend