Far too young to stay intact through. These things a child should never know. As I laid pinned down I'd offer prayers that never reach the sky.
I can't make sense of this for the life of me; I can't escape my skin for the life of me. I can't forgive the sin for my life, for my life, for my life.
What a shame you've changed this child. We'll never know what could have been. I gather up what's left of me and hope somehow the sutures hold.
I can't make sense of this for the life of me; I can't escape my skin for the life of me. I can't forgive the sin for my life, for my life, for my life.
Youth won't return with what was taken and truth won't heal the lies inside and soap won't cleanse me when I wash, wash, wash... Soap can't cleanse this.
Gotta find a space to clean this flesh and move on, move on, move on, move on, move on, move on... I will cleanse this away.
Gotta find a way, Gotta find a way, Gotta find a way, I'll find a way. Gotta find a way, I'll find a way. Gotta find a way, I'll find a way. I'll find a way.