She's writing in poems about what's on her mind
But while the ink's drying she breaks down and she cries
And she screams for the help of god up in the sky
But there's nothing but emptiness strangling her tight
She swallows the pain away with vodka and wine
And she smokes out all her fears with cigarettes
Her last bit of faith disappears in her eyes
As she takes off her clothes and goes back to bed
The words she speaks are rarely being heard
Although some of them are cries for an answer
She remains silenced, unnoticed, unsure
Fed by solitude there's growing a cancer
Give her the answer
Her father landed his fists down on her face
If she could stop him, she definitely would
She's still looking for a cure to stop the bruising
But speaking up only causes more blood
The words she speaks are rarely being heard
Although some of them are cries for an answer
She remains silenced, unnoticed, unsure
Fed by solitude there's growing a cancer
Give her the answer