His Story
She said she wanted my life.
Sin city, I twist and turn at night
Bear with me,
heroin, fiend in my sleep.
She can see.
But she can't speak
What would she say if she
saw these demons on my shoulder
and a halo covered in red?
Is it blood?
Is it the thoughts that spread in my head?
This is deeper then my parents' grave.
I better behave, but who cares, my brother
ain't here with a napkin to wipe my tears.
Who else is here?
These notes are taboo to my bro, he never cared?
Could I say that music is my bible? Amen.
Let me repent for things that I've done.
She said she wants my life.
But she doesn't understand every time I play.
A note, it's a weighted chain on the heart. They said they understand,
staring at me like I'm the king of mars.
ET, phone home. Wait, I have nowhere to go.
Heroin, take me away.
You give me more than what my brother's arms could ever hold,
Truth be told.
One day, I hope to play a note that sounds just right on a night when
the planets are all aligned and the moon's light is perfectly bright.
Maybe I can see
my parents again for that one night.
But she still she thinks this is a wonderful life.
Didn't she know that drug addicts are known for their lies?
Her Story
He said he wanted my life.
He didn't know the struggles immigrants live in.
He said he wanted my life and I couldn't say no.
I have no vocals if my mom found out.
She'd tell me to do some voodoo.
This is crazy, rat blood on your stoop.
Did I say Mom? Oops, 'cause my parents are strangers
Who knew?
Am I adopted?
At least he knew his hugs and kisses when everything
went beyond the distance of insane.
I see things, but I can't speak.
My parents want to marry me off.
I guess I'd be better off a pretty doll,
can you imagine that?
But this lady says I'm the ugliest
of them all.
And I'm convinced as if she were the Mirror mirror on the wall...
Mommy I can't sweep those floors
Worthless
Mommy I can't open the jar
Worthless
Mommy the plates slipped
and shattered
Worthless
Mommy I love you
You're worthless
Have you ever sat up late at night,
daydreaming about how your parents
would be better off without you?
I see my face behind shattered mirrors.
I see my fate behind the Grim Reaper.
I don't have a choice.
I don't have a road, I choke on every word.
Yet to be told,
little did they know
I had to pay a toll
As a little Chinese girl,
growing up in this ghost world,
and he says this life is a treasure,
full of diamonds and pearls
Worthless...
