The Razorblade chronicles.

I wish my words could be heard,
I wish this dagger to came out of my chest.

The story of innocence
that`s fading away.
When there is no god to
hear my prayers,
there is no antidote for such a heartache,
for all the poison in
my mind like curses and hatred.

Take off the Poison,
take off the memories,
just life can make you stronger
just be carefull don`t let them take you.
For this poison like sour kisses in my lips!

I wish my words could be heard,
my screams at night when nobody could help
me to stop, the shadows who raped me.
The countless tears that came down off my cheek.
The time when I used to be a girl.

And so I speak up, and tell the sad story
of innocence that`s
fading away.
Where ink and paper it`s not enough,
to hopefully find the antidote
to cure my life.

Take off the Poison,
take off the memories,
just life can make you stronger
just be carefull don`t let them take you.
So I can take this bittersweet
poison out of my lips!