and they keep resurfacing,
these broken, beaten parts of me.

so please cut off those nasty roots
before they start to grow.

and today, July 3rd, has lasted at least a century.

and I have no clue who I am,
but with you I don't have to know.

and do you think that that could be
the thing that finally sets me free?

the thing that makes me unafraid
to let the broken show?

could be the thing that finally let's me see
those things I buried long ago.