Nineteen

I´m tired of playing the part
Of a little girl who, couldn´t use her heart.
I´m broken, torn and scarred
From all the poison, you threw at us.
But you won´t, cuz you can´t see
The tattered child, you´ve made of me
You´ll follow me into my dreams
And spit your words so desperately,
And Iˇll wash my hands of this tragic mess, But truth can´t cure the blind, if they don´t care to see.
Nineteen years inside this flesh
I fought through pain, I paid my dues,
But that´s still not enough for you.
So where do we go from here?
You won´t keep me trapped in my fears.
You´re sinking in your selfish ness,
We´re tainted by, words left unsaid.
You´ll foloow me, into my dreams.
And spit your words, so desperately.
I´ll wash my hands, of this tragic mess.
But truth can´t cure the blind, if they don´t care to see.
Did you even notice look in my eyes,
When I spoke of him for the very first time.
And do you remember when you were my age?
Do you remember at all?
Don´t follow me, into my dreams
And spit your words so viciously,
I´ll wash my hands, of this tragic mess.
Truth can´t cure the blind,
Truth can´t cure the blind,
I wish you´d change your mind...
But you don´t care to see.