We are children of divorce
Spiritual mothers
Chemical fathers
Wish I learned to love you more
Lonesome brothers
Trustless daughters
We are children born of wars
Fought in places
For the faces
Where happiness is sold in stores
They’ll keep you smiling
If you keep buying
But they can’t take from you
Something inside you never knew
You always have too much to prove
And never have enough to lose
I seem to see everything you do
We are the unwritten scrolls
Background songs
For dialogues
Always wanting something more
To be the stars
The light shines on
But they can’t take from you
Something inside you never knew
You have nothing to prove
And oh, you have so much to lose
I seem to see everything you do
