From a victim to a friend

don't ever let them in

keep your scars on your sleeve

and your heart in your hands

all the whores with their wars

their gaping mouths want more

all of them choke on regret

we sit in silence

dead or dedicated

alive or medicated

a coward queen or harlot heart

it's up to you

this world owes you nothing

this world owes me nothing

this world owes us nothing

but a hard road to walk

these mountains that we climb

is everything they've lost

this world owes us nothing

but a hard road to walk

these mountains that we move

are everywhere we look

it's all up to me and you