I went looking for ghosts amongst the skin and the bones
Skeletons we thought were buried, but they feel so close
Standing six foot four, feeling four foot six
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 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 leads 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, 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