I went looking for ghosts

Amongst the skin and the bones

Skeletons we thought we buried

But they all feel so close

Standing 6 foot 4, feeling 4 foot 6

The man who can't be moved is still that little kid.

Still a mark on the wall

Where a fist went through

A young man's anger at an old man's rules

When you go back

The good and the bad

Comes back to you.

Sometimes home is where the hurt is

And that's why we run so far

But you never get away from

Your daddy's eyes and your mother's heart

They did all the fighting

But we bear all the scars

In a world where no one's perfect

It's the things that break us that make us who we are.

And we are, who we are

And we are, who we are

And we are, who we are

Yeah, we are.

Oh, family drama, family trauma

Strangers are hard but family's harder

Cuts leads to scars, and scars get larger

The deeper the cut, the thicker the armour

Ohana, ohana, no one left behind

We're broken to pieces but the pieces are mine.

Sometimes home is where the hurt is

And that's why we run so far

But you never get away from

Your daddy's eyes and your mother's heart

They did all the fighting

But we bear all the scars

In a world where no one's perfect

It's the things that break us that make us who we are.

And we are, who we are

And we are, who we are

And we are, who we are

Yeah, we are

Yeah...

And we are, who we are

And we are, who we are

And we are, who we are

It's the things that break us that make us who we are.