Wounded

Like a bird with one wing on the ground
Like a ghost that can’t find a house
Like a man with a scar on his arm
And the girl with the broken heart

Wounded
We’re shot by the guns of love
Some words oh they draw blood
Pain is a part of us but we’ll walk through it 
Wounded

Like a statue without a soul
A gambler that lost it all
And the mother that can’t let go 
Of her child that is leaving home

Wounded
We’re shot by the guns of love
Some words oh they draw blood
Pain is a part of us but we’ll walk through it 
Wounded
Wounded

Ooohhh
Sometimes you see it sometimes you don’t 
Oohhh
Broken to the bone

Sometimes it hurts to much
Memories you can’t untouched 

Wounded
Wounded
Pain is a part of us but we’ll walk through it