The Hurtin's Done

One, one, two, three Everyone's talking But no one is saying a thing It was all that I knew how to do To help comfort the pain With my drunken solutions At least for a moment they're gone Pretending that everything's fine Knowing damn well it's wrong Still, I don't want no one To tell me what's right I'll make up my own mind My own mind tonight The ghosts that still haunt me I'll fight one by one 'Til the hurtin' is done I hide from anxiety I never stay hidden for long Learned to self-medicate And how to wait until the panic is gone So I hide behind smiles And whatever else gets me through I'm not knowing what's waiting for me Or what I ought to do Still, I don't want no one To tell me what's right I'll make up my own mind My own mind tonight The ghosts that still haunt me I'll fight one by one 'Til the hurtin' is done No, we don't want no one To tell us what's right We'll make up our own minds Our own minds tonight The ghosts that still haunt us We'll fight one by one 'Til the hurtin' is done 'Til the hurtin' is done