I went lookin' for ghosts amongst the skin and the bones
Skeletons we thought we buried but they feel so close
Standin' six foot four, feelin' four foot six
The man that can't be moved is still that little kid
Still a mark on the wall where fists went through
Young man's anger at an old man's rules
When you go back, the good and the bad come 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 lead to scars and the 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
And we are who we are
And we are who we are
And we are who we are
It's the thing that break us
That make us who we are