Iīm tired of playing the part
Of a little girl who, couldnīt use her heart.
Iīm broken, torn and scared
From all the poison, you threw at us.
But you wonīt, cuz you canīt see
The tattered child, youīve made of me
Youīll follow me into my dreams
And spit your words so desperately,
And Iˇll wash my hands of this tragic mess, But truth canīt cure the
blind, if they donīt care to see.
Nineteen years inside this flesh
I fought through pain, I paid my dues,
But thatīs still not enough for you.
So where do we go from here?
You wonīt keep me trapped in my fears.
Youīre sinking in your selfish ness,
Weīre tainted by, words left unsaid.
Youīll follow me, into my dreams.
And spit your words, so desperately.
Iīll wash my hands, of this tragic mess.
But truth canīt cure the blind, if they donīt 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?
Donīt follow me, into my dreams
And spit your words so viciously,
Iīll wash my hands, of this tragic mess.
Truth canīt cure the blind,
Truth canīt cure the blind,
I wish youīd change your mind...
But you donīt care to see.
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