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I was 9 years old when my best friends sister was kidnapped And murdered by a man living two doors down I really don’t remember much about it, I really don’t remember much about it How could I, nobody ever really told me anything I never, I never, I never, I never even went to her funeral And at school they told us all not to talk to anyone about it We did what they said, we kept it in I learned that I don’t need anyone. At least now I know that whenever I bleed I can bandage up my own skinned knees Im glad I learned how to take care of my self Now I don’t know how to ask for help But if we can talk to strangers, maybe someday we can talk to our friends! We would all be so much better off If we were all taught how use our throats For something besides stifling ourselves We would all be so much better off Im hungry and im thirsty and im tired and im bored And I don’t know how to swallow the emotions ive been poured. Letras de cancionesI know that’s not related to the stuff I said before I just thought that maybe we should try to start talking a little more About, our selves To strangers Cause if we can talk to strangers maybe someday We can talk to our friends Cause if we can talk to strangers maybe someday We can talk to our friends From Letras Mania