No one talks about the good Only the bad Not about the happy memories, Only the sad

And no one talks about how your wounds will heal, And those wounds are signs that youre real They say that hurting shows youre weak But without that hurting, you couldnt find what you seek

What do you seek? Peace or health? Perhaps some new talent That will guide you to wealth No one seeks out misfortune Because misfortune is wrong And everyone wants, a life that is long

Yes, your wounds will bleed You will suffer for days and then weeks They will hurt for quite some time But someday they will heal And you’ll be free of your crimes

At least they did for me And that same suffering, is what set me free This is how bleeding leads to beauty.