Paroles de 'Clarisse' par McEvoy Eleanor

I'm tired of being discarded and vilipendiado.incompreendido
Who says understands me never wanted to know
That boy was admitted to a clinic
They say that due to lack of attention from friends, memories
The dreams that are configured sad and inert
As an hourglass property, not moving, not moving
Does not work
And clarisse is locked in the bathroom
And makes marks on his body with his little knife
Lying in the corner, your ankles bleed
And the pain is lower than that seems
When she is cut she forgets
It is impossible to have the quiet life and strength
Living in pain, no one understands
Trying to be strong each and every morning
One of her friends is gone
The more a police
No one understands, not look at me like
With this look good samaritan
Fulfilling his duty, as if I were sick
As if all this pain was different, or nonexistent
Nothing there for me, do not try
You do not know and do not understand
And when antidepressants and tranquilizers do not work they
Clarisse knows that madness is present
And feel the essence of what is strange death
But she knows that void nicely
From time to time is a new treatment
But the world always remains the same
The fear of coming home at night
Men who scrub disgusting
On the way to and from school
Lack of hope is the torment
To know that nothing is fair and just right
And we are destroying the future
And that evil always walks around here
The violence and injustice that exists
Against all girls and women
A world where the truth is the opposite
And the joy has no more address
Clarice is locked in her room
With his records and his books, his weariness
I am a bird
They lock me in the cage
And expect me to sing as before
I am a bird
They lock me in the cage
But one day I can be
And I will fly through the most beautiful way
Clarisse only is fourteen