About Not Being Worth Songtext
You're nothing worth
Not a postcard for your birthday
Not a smile of content sign
For your daughters graduate
For your sisters long hard work
For her tears she cried all her life
For the fights and shouts she
Had to pull down her stomach
But the pain remains within
Over years and decades
They grow bigger and bigger
Become little monsters inside her
They eat her alive
Split her slowly in small pieces
Until the day her body's functions
Are gone, are destroyed
You ?re nothing worth
Until the day her body's functions are gone are destroyed
She tries to rescue herself
To leave the reason for pain behind
And show she can do better
Wants to show she will succed
Keeps ambitions first
Stomachs monsters still bite
Waiting for the day she bursts
Her only hold on to are her friends
She thinks she's fine, she thinks she's safe
But she keeps in the impression
That gave her the life in which she had to grow
Violence and force
changing faces from good to bad
and bad to good are programm
she is on her own
The monsters keep on biting
They reached the final pieces
But she believes in textwriting
Combines it with music
And lives it in her hearts recess
She won't give up
Not a postcard for your birthday
Not a smile of content sign
For your daughters graduate
For your sisters long hard work
For her tears she cried all her life
For the fights and shouts she
Had to pull down her stomach
But the pain remains within
Over years and decades
They grow bigger and bigger
Become little monsters inside her
They eat her alive
Split her slowly in small pieces
Until the day her body's functions
Are gone, are destroyed
You ?re nothing worth
Until the day her body's functions are gone are destroyed
She tries to rescue herself
To leave the reason for pain behind
And show she can do better
Wants to show she will succed
Keeps ambitions first
Stomachs monsters still bite
Waiting for the day she bursts
Her only hold on to are her friends
She thinks she's fine, she thinks she's safe
But she keeps in the impression
That gave her the life in which she had to grow
Violence and force
changing faces from good to bad
and bad to good are programm
she is on her own
The monsters keep on biting
They reached the final pieces
But she believes in textwriting
Combines it with music
And lives it in her hearts recess
She won't give up