A thousand words repress the might, |
Another day passes away, and night is born once more. |
The words that slip from your tongue, |
How presumptuous of me, |
There is tear that falls, |
I'm tired of hiding, |
No one noticed when she walked into school bruised and broken, |
To yourself you may need a difference, |
No one cared when I started to do things I had said I would never do, |
These wounds don't seem to heal, |