Old wounds; they do run deep Why won’t you let them heal? Let them heal. Old wounds; yet still, you weep For the pain is all too real All too real. Old wounds; like toxic treasures You once thought buried, and concealed Buried and concealed. Old wounds; you sit and wonder How little it takes, to make them bleed To make them bleed. Old wounds; with heart rent asunder Pray to heaven, your wounds to keep Your wounds to keep.