You could trace the pain back to its earliest days
Lines drawn on skin, marked out of hate
Oh dear, with broken hands what can you make
Split fibres of skin, blood strewn in paint
You're building a home in your mind
Simply to get far enough away
Built up walls broke down yet again
Take hope, child, in the strength of your name
'Cause you're still young and it's just games
Not a real war, just conflict of fates
Sights and sounds your head created
Battling each other in yet another phase