Cold, like a glacier
Sharp, like a knife
An endless run of hate and strife
Run, and you stall
Blink, and they're gone
Sirens singing the same old song.
Oh, where does it end?
With words and strikes untrue
I refuse to bend
By the likes of you.
But still, I am screaming
Where did my time go?
My childhood absent-seeming
Nowhere, I can't go.
To those who are suffering
Please hold on.
Their song may be lingering
But the sound makes you strong.
Everything is numb
They've called me dumb
And about another hundred names.
Words will hurt
The memories, I can't skirt
But the scars will fade away.
