Who are you
Who are afraid to show your affection
for fear of the Others' voice?
You are nothing
Not here, not there
not then, not now.
The Others will rule you
to the end of your days;
They won't stop their hurtful ways.
You say you're sorry,
but it's not good enough.
The others won't hear it.
They just keep beating you
breaking you.
Someone help me you cry
yet none dare step from the crowd.
Beating, breaking.
No one can hear your cries
for respect.
Breaking, beating.
You try to end it,
so they act like they care.
Even sacrifice their own,
just to keep you theirs.
You are ruled by the Others.
There is no escape.
When the threat ends
they start again.
Beating, Breaking.
Breaking, beating.
No escape.
In a hurtful circle
like a merry-go-round.
Others' words the vicious music.
Telling tales that lie.
Round we go
and round again.
Beating, no
breaking, escape.
beating, no
breaking, escape.
You lie awake
thinking why.
Why it is this way.
Dread the coming light
when you pick a unicorn
to take the circle.
Beating, no
breaking, escape.
Beating, no
breaking escape.
You can't take it anymore.
So They come
and take you from it all.
In the little room
where the gentle rocking
replays the circle.
Forward, beating
backward, breaking
forward, no
backward, escape.
Still no one listens.