she thinks like she's 18 
child needs appeasing 
why can't I help her? 
why can't I help her to leave? 
can you feel him? 
his hands around your throat 
you're looking both ways standing in the middle of the road 
can you tell me what it is you think you need? 
just a friend, probably 
mirrored my mother 
I mirrored the fear 
mirrored the daughters 
I mirrored what gives in 
sick of the soup you're feeding me 
sick of the guilty genes 
I'm sick of the dirty looks 
I'm sick of how the [bad word] hurts 
if you wanna know  [bad word] love it's all or none 
all or none 
all or none 
none 
none 
wailing my soaked eyes [bad word] through my hands 
a pound of blood I can feel it 
feel it burn the shirt off my chest 
I am wailing with my tight fists 
oh if I see you ride in 
on a dark horse 
you may paint him white but he's still a dark horse 
dark horse 
dark horse