Young Female Caucasian Songtext
von Chris Knox

Here in the dark of a room that was mine
At the end of a rope and a life you insisted was fine
There′s no breath on my lips which are touched with a delicate blue
I wish there'd been some other way to tell you all the things
That meant so much to me and so little to you
How could I even begin to describe all the pain
Of my nineteen long years in a world both obscene and insane
Where the only things life seemed to hold and offer to me
Were a mortgage, a husband, and kids
And an infinite series of nights stuck in front of a fucking TV
You crushed me with love and you held me in place with your pride
And you filled me with guilt when I saw how the both of you cried
When I didn′t become what you desperately wanted of me How you hid so damn well all the raging emotions
Frustrations and anger you couldn't quite trust me to see
So here is my song that I've sung for myself and for you
Forgive me for hiding inside what was plainly on view
But you and your world taught me how it is people survive
And survival is not enough reason to sleep through existence
In order to keep this poor body alive
You blamed Judas Priest, you blamed goths, and I guess you′ll blame me
For this crime we commit in our thousands to set ourselves free
And you′ll go on and on seeking reasons for what we must do
And remain unaware that the answer you seek
Is as simple as this stiffened finger I'm pointing at you