Boris The Blade - MyChildren MyBride

I fell asleep a boy, and when I woke I was a man

Forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us

What once was so innocent before is now lost

Let down by the elders that we used to trust

We were all meant for so much more than this

No more turning back, no more giving in

Although time has locked us in regret

We won’t back down, this can’t be over yet

We’ll water our pillows with candid memories

Praying for things to be the way they used to be

Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again

Hoping that we will finally see the end

All the broken promises and fallen dreams

Courtesy of our creators

False hope busting out of their seams

They’re becoming such outstanding traitors

No more turning back, no more giving in

We were all meant for so much more than this

A child so small, locking up everything inside

Scared and alone, the only thing to do is hide

Accepting the decisions that were way over our heads

Hearing the yelling from our tear-covered beds

Now with a void that’s only half-filled

Cradling the memories that haven’t yet been killed

Although time has us locked in regret

We won’t back down, this can’t be over yet

We have coped with the pain that is inevitable

Recovered from the deep wound that made us so unstable

We’ll live ready for tomorrow like it was yesterday

Caught up in the past when we need to focus on today

We’ll flood our pillows with candid memories

Praying for things to be the way they used to be

Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again

We’ll flood our pillows with candid memories

Praying for things to be the way they use to be

Hoping that we’ll finally see the end

No more turning back, no more giving in

We were all meant for something so much more than this