We Never Ask, And You Never DidWe never asked for painBut yet you never hesitateWe never asked to be forgottenBut yet you don't rememberWe never asked to be the outcastBut yet you never speak to useWe never asked to be differentBut you tell us every dayWe never asked to be in these bodiesBut yet you judge us for themWe never asked to love who we doBut you hate us for itWe asked you to trust usBut you never didWe asked to have a place in your heartsBut you pushed us awayWe asked to be treated as peopleBut you made sure not to touch usWe wanted you to love our differencesBut you only hate us moreWe asked to be called be our true sexBut you said what you seenWe asked you to be kind to usBut you broke our heartsYou are hateful peopleYou with die youngIf you hold so much hate in you heartPlease let goTry to understand the new era
Stupid BoySuch a young boyInnocent tell corruptedSuch a wonderful manHow stupid are you?You shouldn't just love some personSome sinnerYou'll just be corruptedDragged into something you can't escapePoor boyPerfectly, flawed boy
This WorldBreaking the simple innocenceInnocence we all once hadThis world takes what little we haveNever giving it back The world so corruptedThe corruption of the world Sinking into our once pure heartsMaking us feel hatredThe world once sweet and innocenceShe didn't know what hate or slaveryShe once protected us But never moreShe lost her innocenceHuman kind has corrupted her And now she corrupt the new generation
ScarsA little cut hereAnother cut thereWhy not one here?Or even there...No one will noticeSo why would I tell?But would you care,To find the scarsWhat would you think?Would you even care?
BlanketLife is like your favorite blanketYes you know the oneThat's long past its primeIs was soft and comfortingOnce when you were a childThen it's snaggedIt rips and tearsYou cries and screamMommy sows it back togetherAll better right?Now it can't make it through one night,With the monsters I your sweet little headShe sows it again and againTrying to fix what left of the ragIt can no longer be repairedNo more is the blanketJust as you thinkI can no longer be repairedNo more is me