I wanna be the person you can talk to
But talking's not the easy thing to do
Our lives are full of so many distractions, inactions
How on earth could we be bored when there's so much to do?

I wanna see your insides on the out
I wanna know the things you think about
Like what you've been through? What you plan to do?
We all got scars, so tell me, who you really are?

Many thoughts that we let go unspoken
The silence we created needs to be broken
The pain feels like you're bleeding from the inside out
There's no doubt, it's time to take the bandage off
And tear your sutures out

I'm your registrar, so tell me, who you really are?
We all got scars, so tell me, who you really are?