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Leave the bags behind us we don't got no where to go
These hollow pains engraved in me were raised without a home
I'm proud of you I'm proud of me I'm proud to say you raised me on your own it's been you all along
Can't sleep through the trauma fixate in the morning please don't have me mourning
Embrace the rain through your falls when its pouring
I built a castle out the mud that raised me through the storms now I'm on
However you take it don't part take in my part taking
Make sure you're back before the lights out don't leaving me hanging
I worry about you did you make it through your daily
I sold half the Kleenex I'm on my way to refill cases
Stacked a few chairs on my way back from the roof thats raided
Enough savings to fund my meal in one payment without a withdrawal from the 800 Liras for pop's haven
Trade my livelihood headed towards the home that's vacant
No place for me to call my own though I feel so grown raised as orphans we didn't have no home
Through heinous acts found my throne left the judgement to the all knowing without knowing what lies behind these lies that form
Papa came to take us out the orphanage I'm all for it cope with childhood trauma at 26 without warning
Cope with childhood trauma at 24 without warning raised by the unknown to chase the unknown
Leave the bags behind us we don't got no where to go
These hollow pains engraved in me were raised without a home
I'm proud of you I'm proud of me I'm proud to say you raised me on your own it's been you all along
Can't sleep through the trauma fixate in the morning please don't have me mourning
Embrace the rain through your falls when its pouring
I built a castle out the mud that raised me through the storms now I'm on
However you make it don't make your old habits your new favourites
Don't be mistaken for that young boy hell raising
Raised in hell collecting shells off pavements hail from a broken home with loving hatred slightly favoured
Certainly nobody in the making firm receipts where were you throughout my early stages
Caved in defeat became the natural state of my behaviour
Guided by the lessons I was taught throughout my failures
Managed to flee the borders through war with several guns withdrawn
They forced the bus to take a downhill for our downfall
Papa the soldier held on at odds on our way to hell bound keep calm stay alarmed
Head tucked under the shoulders eyes closed faith strong this may be our last moment squeeze tight hold on
Remanence on what you could've been through it all praying to reach heaven doors with our heads down please lord

Written by:
Layth Shalash, Muhaned Shalash

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