Playground, schoolbell rings again. Rainclouds come to play, again. Has no one told you, she's not breathing? Hello, im your mind, giving 你 someone to talk to, hello.
If i smile and dont believe, soon i know, i'll wake from this dream.
Don't try to fix me, im not broken!
Hello, im the lie living for you, so 你 can hide, dont cry.....
Suddenly i know, im not sleeping, hello, im still here!
.....all that's left.....of yesterday......
嘿 everyone. Just wanted 你 to know about this song, even if 你 dont know what its about, somehow it makes 你 feel sad...... Just look up the song and 你 will know what i mean.....
If i smile and dont believe, soon i know, i'll wake from this dream.
Don't try to fix me, im not broken!
Hello, im the lie living for you, so 你 can hide, dont cry.....
Suddenly i know, im not sleeping, hello, im still here!
.....all that's left.....of yesterday......
嘿 everyone. Just wanted 你 to know about this song, even if 你 dont know what its about, somehow it makes 你 feel sad...... Just look up the song and 你 will know what i mean.....
Nothing Remains
© Joni Jefferson
Innocent eyes and sweet laughter – now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight
Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere – holding, touching, hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood – sweat – on my clothes
Hatred – confusion – disgust
Night after night, week after week, 年 after year
No longer a child – only an object
Silence – no dreams – no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue – goodness – happiness gone
Childhood stolen – innocence murdered
Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone – the child is dead
Nothing else remains
Source: The Child Is Gone – The Child Is Dead, Rape Poems link
© Joni Jefferson
Innocent eyes and sweet laughter – now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight
Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere – holding, touching, hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood – sweat – on my clothes
Hatred – confusion – disgust
Night after night, week after week, 年 after year
No longer a child – only an object
Silence – no dreams – no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue – goodness – happiness gone
Childhood stolen – innocence murdered
Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone – the child is dead
Nothing else remains
Source: The Child Is Gone – The Child Is Dead, Rape Poems link