You’re like Dirt to me now
A flower without it’s petals
A mine without it’s metals
A dog without it’s bark
A playground without the park
I don’t care if it is stupid
I know what I want
You are suffering too
We’re like dirt without a pot
It’s like a fire without the flames
Pieces without the games
A garden without it’s flowers
Superman without his powers
I don’t care if it is stupid
I know what I want
You are suffering too
We’re like dirt without a pot
We might get hurt
But at least we’d have tried
Don’t want to wonder “what if”
For the rest of my life…
I don’t care if it is stupid
I know what I want
You are suffering too
We’re like dirt without a pot
When there’s nothing left
Her eyes are black
Just like the skin above her cheek
Her skin is red
From the thirteenth scab this week
Her hands are shaking
As she cowers in her room
Her ears are ringing
But his rant is ending soon
Why do you look away?
Why does she have to pay?
She has done nothing wrong
Her head hurts from being strong
But she’s got nowhere left to go
His arm is broken
Because papa lost his job
His face is bruised
But he can not even sob
His will is taken
So he hides himself away
His head is spinning
He’s got no choice but to stay
Why do you look away?
Why does he have to pay?
He has done nothing wrong
His heart hurts from being strong
But he’s got nowhere left to go
She’s waited so long
To turn eighteen
He joined the army
So they can’t hear him scream
Why me?
Why do you look away?
Why do they have to pay?
They have done nothing wrong
Their hearts strain from being strong
But still they’re crying all alone
