there's the freedom and then there's the silence i could probably reach out and break the silence but it's taboo to tell the truth except when it came to you
if i tell her i'm on drugs it'll be oh poor child announcing it on every tv station every corner of the world will know her daughter is better than me (even though she sleeps with a different woman every night) but i'm the one on drugs
and then you tell your friend and she listens and she listens and she listens until the words float around her head and stop meaning and she goes numb hasn't slept in days and the words have lost their meaning you've repeated the same story so many times she'll hear it again but you lost the impact and she won't say you poor child it's not what you want to hear it's what you need to hear maybe not
the rest of them the rest of them are gone and there's that one in the red shirt but she's talking about knees and bees and i don't think she wants to talk about me but i want to talk about me i want to tell someone how i feel how the freedom lasted a week then the silence then the silence
now the silence
and you used to listen to my stories of blood and roses and somewhere in between the lick of insanity which took away your pain and the lick of insanity that brought it back you found me a mouthful of insanity in a world of the sane and i took away your pain to give it back harder faster you made me scream harder faster you made me scream it hurt you hurt you really hurt but you were the pain that reminded me why i lived because the freedom then the silence the silence doesn't feel it doesn't hurt i haven't cried in a week you know? i haven't cried in a week and it's probably the drugs but i haven't cried in a week
oh wait no, i did cry they were doing this workshop and they talked about being forced into giving head and i cried i cried infront of the crowd i cried because i remembered and i remember and it wasn't all bad it was kinda fun but you know the greatest things hurt the most and i didn't like it very much