Well, no ones gonna fix it for us, no one can
You say that, ‘no ones gonna listen, no one understands’
So there’s no open doors and there’s no way to get through
There’s no other witnesses, just us two.
There’s two people living in one small room
From your two half-families tearing at you
Two ways to tell the story ( no one worries )
Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry
Two people talking inside your brain
Two people believing that i’m the one to blame
Two different voices coming out of your mouth
While I’m too cold to care, and too sick to shout.
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare
You were just a little kid and they cut your hair
They stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying
Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up
Built the gears inside your head and now he greases them up
And no one paid attention when you just topped eating
"Eight-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.
Fan arts for Conduitstreetsniper and Bloodyjimmy.
The song made me think of them.