So hurt by hands I used to hold

No one knows, can't go back home

Yeah my earliest memory, something like 2 or 3

My mother had a knife and tried to stab my dad in front of me

He's running from her out the front door, don't abandon me

I sat there on the floor in the hall

The only time that they miss ya, took a swing and couldn't hit ya

Fist holes in my walls instead of family pictures

I went to sleep with no dinner and every time I remember

Got my stomach fuckin' hurtin' like I did a million sit ups

So hurt by hands I used to hold

No one knows, can't go back home

Havin' nightmares that you're comin', woke up throwin' punches at nothin'

'Cause I felt somethin' touch me, scared of what I'm becoming

You were supposed to raise a son, you were raising hell

You ripped the phone cords out the day I tried to call for help

Because of you it hurts less to be punched than it does to be hugged

I think I'd rather be hit 'cause I don't wanna be touched

Can't trust anybody sayin' that they love me

Every time I hear that shit I feel fucking disgusting

So hurt by hands I used to hold

No one knows, can't go back home

So hurt by hands I used to hold

No one knows, can't go back home