Heathers Moose
I have nothing more to say to you,
Open your eyes,
Open your mind,
And maybe then I'll consider conversing again
Open your eyes,
Open your mind.
There's nothing I can give to you,
You'll take it as it is, and turn it into a tragedy.
There's no point trying to talk to me, words of glass
will only cut my skin,
And there's no room for scars here. Words of glass will
only cut my skin.
Pick up a thorn and frame it, so one day you will
realise, your speech is a privilege.
Loose it one day, and you will regret it.
