Paroles de The Trauma Model
[?]A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry
About how she wants to die because she cannot provide
And her children sleep together because its so cold outside
And she don't know that he hears her but she keeps him up all night
And his sisters will be mothers like her
And his brothers absent fathers like theirs
Hell grow up to shoot some men so in turn hell get shot back
My bullet wounds start to ache I predict rain
And that's pain
And that's pain
A child laid alone couldn't sleep shed toss and turn
Fidgety and finicky like the skin she was in burned
And her father had to teach her what a mother only should
And it took her further than any college degree could
What the boy liked the most was the way she never let it show
And since he found her body he just sits out on the coast
All alone with the oceans moan skipping stones with her ghost…
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain My own life don't even matter to me imagine how I feel about yours
Growing up just means a game
where two kids fight over a weapon and the loser is slain
You best be man enough to squeeze the gun
right in his heart because his head won't always get it done
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And his brothers absent fathers like theirs
Hell grow up to shoot some men so in turn hell get shot back
My bullet wounds start to ache I predict rain
And that's pain
And that's pain
A child laid alone couldn't sleep shed toss and turn
Fidgety and finicky like the skin she was in burned
And her father had to teach her what a mother only should
And it took her further than any college degree could
What the boy liked the most was the way she never let it show
And since he found her body he just sits out on the coast
All alone with the oceans moan skipping stones with her ghost…
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain My own life don't even matter to me imagine how I feel about yours
Growing up just means a game
where two kids fight over a weapon and the loser is slain
You best be man enough to squeeze the gun
right in his heart because his head won't always get it done
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
And that's pain
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