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4 Reviews"The suicide kids of now." Lyrics. Feedback greatly appreciated. Read, review, rate and feel my love! :P
We are what they tell us;
No matter how strong,
No matter how wrong.
We are moulded by our distrust,
And when needs must,
We just want to be what they can see,
And so let them tell us what we must be,
Even when it hurts.
Tell me who I am;
Who you want me to be,
I'll change if you don't want me.
I just want to be labelled and to belong,
To be known in what life must prolong.
I just want to be what they can see,
And so let them tell me what I must be,
Especially when it hurts.
Tell me who they are;
The suicide kids of now,
Forever wondering how,
They ever got to be who they aren't,
As if they've been told they can't,
Be them and be what the world can see,
And so let themselves be told what they must be,
Then just lie about how it hurts.
Tell me who you could become;
If you followed your dreams,
They've been torn at the seams,
By a bunch of worthless liars,
And drowned out by criers,
Making you a victim of you,
And what you put yourself through.
Because you just want to be what they can see,
When you should be who you want to be,
Because that's more than enough.
But to them it never will be,
Because they can't let you be free,
In a world that they want to control.
No matter how strong,
No matter how wrong.
We are moulded by our distrust,
And when needs must,
We just want to be what they can see,
And so let them tell us what we must be,
Even when it hurts.
Tell me who I am;
Who you want me to be,
I'll change if you don't want me.
I just want to be labelled and to belong,
To be known in what life must prolong.
I just want to be what they can see,
And so let them tell me what I must be,
Especially when it hurts.
Tell me who they are;
The suicide kids of now,
Forever wondering how,
They ever got to be who they aren't,
As if they've been told they can't,
Be them and be what the world can see,
And so let themselves be told what they must be,
Then just lie about how it hurts.
Tell me who you could become;
If you followed your dreams,
They've been torn at the seams,
By a bunch of worthless liars,
And drowned out by criers,
Making you a victim of you,
And what you put yourself through.
Because you just want to be what they can see,
When you should be who you want to be,
Because that's more than enough.
But to them it never will be,
Because they can't let you be free,
In a world that they want to control.
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