Post by Valentina on Jul 2, 2006 21:34:04 GMT 1
He punches her down, she's prone
He can't see the fear in her eyes
Raping her a few times, her peace has gone
The pain lets her feelings be like ice
She feels abase and abhors herself now
Her abdomen doesn't belong to her anymore
Try to abort with a claw
Her mind is far away, seeing herself as a whore
Who said things can only get better?
He hates his life and being alone
Hates his sorrow and problems he has
He's scrared stiff and his fear has gone
He feels abandon and wants his death
Standing at the abyss's balustrade
Feeling nervous and falling down
His parents are taken back, have nerver seen his self-hate
Their love was abortive, crying on their own
Who said things can only get better?
The xenophobia leads their life all day
They intimidate and threaten the colored, the other race
Spread hate and fear on their way
They affront because of prefundice like in a daze
Learning the violence from parents
Other religions in their eyes are bad
Fighting against them with their friends
Lumiliation was all they had
Who said things can only get better?
Group compulsion and thinking it's cool
Taking it with friends without hesitating and doubts
She never sees she's only a fool
Always flying high on clouds
Forgetting problems and be afar
Her parents acquiesce she's addicted to drugs
Not seeing it will lave behind a deep scar
And only thinking it sucks
Who said things can only get better?
He can't see the fear in her eyes
Raping her a few times, her peace has gone
The pain lets her feelings be like ice
She feels abase and abhors herself now
Her abdomen doesn't belong to her anymore
Try to abort with a claw
Her mind is far away, seeing herself as a whore
Who said things can only get better?
He hates his life and being alone
Hates his sorrow and problems he has
He's scrared stiff and his fear has gone
He feels abandon and wants his death
Standing at the abyss's balustrade
Feeling nervous and falling down
His parents are taken back, have nerver seen his self-hate
Their love was abortive, crying on their own
Who said things can only get better?
The xenophobia leads their life all day
They intimidate and threaten the colored, the other race
Spread hate and fear on their way
They affront because of prefundice like in a daze
Learning the violence from parents
Other religions in their eyes are bad
Fighting against them with their friends
Lumiliation was all they had
Who said things can only get better?
Group compulsion and thinking it's cool
Taking it with friends without hesitating and doubts
She never sees she's only a fool
Always flying high on clouds
Forgetting problems and be afar
Her parents acquiesce she's addicted to drugs
Not seeing it will lave behind a deep scar
And only thinking it sucks
Who said things can only get better?
