Testo Filters

Healing...

A certain voice, speaks to me,
My filter breaks, shatters colors.
The scars I have, take me back,
Everyday, my body crying.
Don't know what to say.
I must be healing, this must be healing,
I must be, someone brand new.

A certain voice, speaks to me,
My filter breaks, a thousand secrets,
Falling on deaf ears.

I must be healing, this must be healing,
I must be, someone brand new.