Healing
Sarah Reeves' song 'Healing' is a raw and honest exploration of emotional pain and the struggle to move forward. The lyrics describe the frustration of trying to cope with deep wounds through temporary fixes, only to find oneself back at the starting point. The song acknowledges the difficulty of forgiving and forgetting, and the longing for true restoration rather than superficial comfort. It touches on the idea that grieving may be necessary for future happiness. Ultimately, it expresses a desperate need for genuine healing, both emotional and spiritual, and a willingness to face the pain instead of numbing it.
They say time heals
But I don't think that's true
It's been 3 years and it still feels new
Blood, sweat, and tears
For the penthouse view
Faced my fears and
I thought it'd look different
I'm moving forward
Just to fall backwards again
Some days it's torture
I don't understand why I
I keep on putting bandaids on a bullet wound
I keep on cutting branches avoiding the root
Smiling through my sorrows thinking it's the cure
And then I end up right back where I was before
I'm done with resisting
I don't need a fixing
I don't need a warm hug fuzzy little feeling
I think I need a healing
Healing, healing
Forgive forget
Wouldn't that be nice
I've tried and tried about a hundred times
They don't make a map
For a whole new life
I went the distance
And I thought it'd look different
What if the grieving
Just means I'll be happy again
I wanna believe it
Wanna understand why I
I keep on putting bandaids on a bullet wound
I keep on cutting branches avoiding the root
Smiling through my sorrows thinking it's the cure
And then I end up right back where I was before
I'm done with resisting
I don't need a fixing
I don't need a warm hug fuzzy little feeling
I think I need a healing
Healing, healing
The numbing
Kills my joy
And it steals my voice
It don't fill that void like I thought it would
'Cause my heart still aches
And my mind's in chains
Now it's time to face what I know I should
I keep on putting bandaids on a bullet wound
I keep on cutting branches avoiding the root
Smiling through my sorrows thinking it's the cure
And then I end up right back where I was before
I'm done with resisting
I don't need a fixing
I don't need a warm hug fuzzy little feeling
I think I need a healing
Healing, healing
I know I need a healing, healing healing