Mute

You don't think you're strict but my throat is slit. I can't say a word. ... My tongue is tied, all you get are lies, and you don't believe what you've heard. My heart is aching. This last breath I wont be taking to tell you how long it's been in the making. Forsaking me to the devil's eyes those inside cries as my insides die the pretty little victim decides how to move on. Put the make up and smile on, but her heart is gone. Left with the caskets close from that night arose a new making. Something that won't be taking another one higher. Just to turn into another liar She said she's fine, but the words she can't find. They're hidden inside past the fake. Another little girl it can't take Sometimes you've gotta rearrange and make a new meaning when all the little things can be so deceiving. She doesn't know the difference between right and wrong Stay here and be weak or move on and be strong. But you don't want to idolize it. Use it as a guide as you go through life. You've got a life to live and a world to see and I wouldn't be doing what you're doing if it was me.