I was born in the fall

The season when everything is dying

We must know what we're in for

That's why we come into this world crying

My mother always told me life's not fair

That's probably why I ran away

I don't think that I felt safe at home

And I don't think that's ever gonna change

What's in the dirt around the tree

I read that trauma is genetic

Who was the first to hand it down?

Was it my grandpa or his father?

You can't ask someone who ain't around

What's in the dirt around the tree?

I wanna be more than a lost little girl

I'm gonna grow up someday

Maybe I'll plant another family tree

Somewhere far, far away

Far from the root of my all guilt and anger

The blood in the dirt and on the leaves

Am I who I'm supposed to be?

Why am I still running from me?