Nineteen

I'm tired of playing the part,
Of a little girl who can't use her heart.
I'm broken, torn and scared,
From all the poison you threw at us.
But you won't know, 'cause you can't see,
The tatterd child, you've made of me.

You'll follow me, into my dreams.
And spit your words, so desperatly.
And I'll wash my hands,
Of this tragic mess.
But truth can't cure the blind,
If they don't care to see.

Nineteen years inside this flesh,
I fought trough pain, I paid my dues,
But that's still not enough for you.
So where do we go from here?
You won't keep me trapped in my fears.

You're sinking in,
Your selfishness,
We're tainted by, words left unsaid.

You'll follow me, into my dreams.
And spit your words, so desperatly.
And I'll wash my hands,
Of this tragic mess.
But truth can't cure the blind,
If they don't care to see.

Did you even notice,
The 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?

Don't follow me, into my dreams.
And spit your words, so viciously.
I'll wash my hands,
Of this tragic mess.
Truth can't cure the blind.
Truth can't cure the blind.
I wish you'd change your mind.
But you don't care to see.