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letra de sheet of paper - jesse pilgrimm

[chorus]
take all the trauma away
take all the trauma away
take all the trauma away
take all the trauma away
cut all the cycles away
take all the trauma away

[refrain]
run it back (run it back)
show me love (show me love)
who am i (who am i)
a piece of paper
run it back (run it back)
fill it up (fill it up)
who are we (who are we)
empty pages
who am i
just a piece of paper

[verse 1]
who was she
just a piece of paper
born in 77
new born baby with empty pages
didn’t know nothing, no experience
like a clean sheet of paper
her parents were the authors
her father wrote a dark fantasy with her mother
about how he was angry and he grabbed her by the neck
about how he was angry and then sometimes he left
about how he can do the same thing to his daughter
who grew looking for her father’s love in the boyfriends
who grew up ending up with a husband
who hit her like her father did with her mother
again now the story begins
[refrain]
run it back (run it back)
show me love (show me love)
who am i (who am i)
a piece of paper
run it back (run it back)
fill it up (fill it up)
who are we (who are we)
empty pages
who am i
just a piece of paper

[verse 2]
who was he
just a piece of paper
born in 97
new born baby with empty pages
didn’t know nothing, no experience
like a clean sheet of paper
his parents were the authors
his mother hoped to write a different story from her former
but she couldn’t hide the alcohol and the substance abuse from depression
she faced with her bills
she faced with her husband
she faced with her past
so she blasts
her son found her body in the car
his clean pages tainted with blood
so he grew up tryna deal with the scars
no father figure so he did it like his mother using drugs
waiting for that day he’ll od on the bus
(again)
waiting for that day he’ll od on the bus
and now the story begins
[refrain]
run it back (run it back)
show me love (show me love)
who am i (who am i)
a piece of paper
run it back (run it back)
fill it up (fill it up)
who are we (who are we)
empty pages

[verse 3]
who am i
just a piece of paper
like every human at it’s birth
empty pages
we become what the world writes and maybe
i could get a better story than others
or maybe
my story is written in blood
it’s written in drugs
it’s written in guns
it’s written in pain
no self esteem a story written in shame
the author don’t even know cause he’s was written thesame
and now his children about to do thesame sh-t again
to their offsprings
the way the cycle goes it’s exhausting
i wonder if it means we’re accursed
or maybe we might need a new pencil
to rewrite the pages
to rewrite the pages

- jesse pilgrimm

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