Poor Traumatised You Songtext
von The Wood Demons

Poor traumatised you
What you go through
Living and breathing
Hard cynical me
Drinking my tea
Inwardly seething

Deep under the skin
Crippled within
We are the same
Both lost in a haze
Set in our ways
Bearing the shame

Poor traumatised you
We′re always together
Hard cynical me
I think it's forever


Who, back there in time
Trapped us in lime
Leaving us writhing?
Now no one will tell
Growing a shell
Intent on surviving

You play out your role
Feeding your troll
Noisily grieving
Me, hands in the ruck
Guilty as fuck
Stealthily leaving

Poor traumatised you
We′re always together
Hard cynical me
I think it's forever

Hard cynical me
Needs to be free
From your despairing
Poor traumatised you
Knows that its true
Pain is for sharing


Poor traumatised you
We're always together
Hard cynical me
I think it′s forever

Poor traumatised you
We′re always together
Hard cynical me
I think it's forever