Verse 1
I wore a smile like a fresh white bandage,
Trying to hide what was underneath.
Everybody said, "You're getting stronger..."
But they never saw what never healed in me.
I got so good at looking recovered,
Nobody questioned if I was okay.
Funny how the deepest kind of hurting
Can disappear... without going away.
Pre-Chorus
I thought if nobody saw the wound,
Maybe someday I'd stop feeling it too...
I was wrong.
Chorus
Band-Aids don't heal hearts.
They just make the scars harder to find.
You can cover every broken place...
But you can't outrun what's alive.
Sometimes healing looks like
Opening what you've been trying to hide.
Because the gold...
Has always been there...
Waiting...
For the light.
Verse 2
So I stitched together all my pieces.
Pulled the laces tight so I wouldn't come apart.
Built a zipper over every memory...
Locked away the most important parts.
I called it healing...
It was only surviving.
Pre-Chorus
Turns out...
The safest place
Can become the hardest prison to leave.
Chorus
Band-Aids don't heal hearts.
They only quiet them awhile.
Pain doesn't disappear...
It just learns how to smile.
But every crack I hated
Became somewhere light could start.
Maybe healing...
Was never fixing...
Maybe healing...
Was finally feeling.
Bridge
Take the Band-Aid off.
Let the air sting.
Take the stitches out.
Unlace everything.
Unzip every memory
You buried to survive.
Because wounds don't heal
By pretending they aren't there.
(Music strips away... almost whispered.)
I was so afraid...
That if I opened my heart...
I'd find...
Nothing left.
Instead...
I found gold.
Final Chorus (Huge)
Band-Aids don't heal hearts.
They only buy some time.
The deepest parts of healing
Need the deepest parts of crying.
Now every scar is different.
Every crack is bright.
The gold was never something
I had to go and find.
It was waiting...
For me...
To stop hiding...
The light.
Final line (music almost gone)
The wound wasn't hiding the gold...
It was the Band-Aid.
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