Passing thoughts and passing trains
One kills my body and one kills my brains.
Would you rather be a whore with your body or a whore with your heart
Both of which leaves you pretty fucked up.
Father help me I’ve fallen into a well and I can’t get up
Everything is bleak and everything is dark.
Father save me I’ve been hurting too long and wanna give up
Anything that works or anything that’s sharp.
Have you ever felt the pain leaving your body as it seeps through your skin
Felt the ache numb your heart out as you scream from within
Alcohol tastes better than the thought of you and her.
I can’t let every little thing that happens affect me
I can’t afford to anymore
I can’t let my thoughts run too deep and encase me
I can’t hurt others no more
I won’t cry over silly things that no one else sees
I won’t feel so much anymore
I won’t stop myself from growing up and staying free
I won’t be a bratty teenager anymore
One day, we’re gonna grow up and we won’t think so much anymore
The nights that haunt us won’t hurt us anymore
One day, society’s gonna take it’s toll and we won’t defy anymore
The unrelenting thoughts won’t surface anymore
And all our thoughts would skim the surface distracted with life drifting from one to another
One day I won’t be so sad anymore because one day I’ll grow up and I won’t think anymore.