Do you hear the song
Were the little one cries
Telling a story were she got raped
Or the young girl ‘bout to kill herself
Cause no one hears
Do you hear the song?
The one about drugs
And how I lied to you
Where I wear black nail polish
And cover my face
Needing any one’s touch to remind me I’m still here
Where my tears are silent
Because no one hears this song I listen to
I have started to play this music for you
But you said that no it isn’t true, to those who questioned it
You’ve helped sing this song with me
You were the back-up singer
Making the lies
For the truth you do not know
Or did you just want to believe I was better?
This song of mine has no beat
Nothing makes sense in its lyrics
It’s all lies
Where the world is black painted with darkness
Where the voices continue their words
And the fights are always my fault
This song of mine, shall one day end
Is it the sooner the better?
Show them what the songs about by dressing in black
Then show them by the chains I wear
By the drugs I smoked in my bathroom
When you’re not there
With the cuts I make when you’re not looking
With the food I throw out, when you’re backs turned
Show them what this songs about
For the beat is becoming quicker
And I need time to share my fear
My mask is chipping away
Scared of what I’m dying to become perfect at
Scared of my own song
For this song of mine has no beat…