Irreversible
Is anyone in there?
No, it's a forrest. There's never anyone there
What about the children?
The children? They're basically already dead
Is it over for them?
Overdose
Overwork
Overthink
Overreact
Overact
Overcompensate
Overdevelop
Overact
Overcorrect
Oversleep
Overturn
Overhate
Overuse
Oversee
Overcare
Overlove
What's your problem boy?
Why you skipping class and missing dinners boy?
Why you look at teachers like they killers boy?
Why you looking at dads like they sinners boy?
Why you acting like you're poor son?
I know you got 2 parents more son
I know that you whining bout nothing just grow up son
Why can't you just be like these normal American boys
And hide your foreign voice
Act like your childhood ain't foreign boy
Well
Well...
Once my fingers were beaten with a golf club by my piano teacher
Once I dreaded the thought of the devil coming home every weekend
Once I was left alone
To be thrown apart by grown men
Once I scratched my brother's face by mistake
When he took away my favorite BB gun
And I was slapped to a pulp
Learned the lesson that he was more important
Once I was used to being called the worst thing in the world
Once I was told that I wasn't shit
Once I was told to stop crying when he called me useless
Called me worthless all because I wasn't a poster child
All before 8th grade
When she left
Came home from the family trip to find my parents bedroom empty
Never knew how much of it was mother's
Suitcase still in her backseat
She told me a story of a failed marriage
After that day breakfast was poison
Verbal abuse and manipulation
Guilt, financial anxiety, all for little old me
All for a kid who haven't even gotten used to his new uniform
A clip on tie can be a noose
The 9th floor apartment bedroom
Window facing the sidewalk can be good news
Maybe it would be cheaper if I just didn't live
If I jumped today I won't have to jump tomorrow
And my grandmother would stop coming into my room
Crying about how all this is her fault
Because it would be mine
The only reason I didn't jump is
The memories of my mother and how important
Her words were to me
Her habits of saying "I wanna die"
Stuck around in my head echoing back to me
What do you wanna be when you grow up?
Who are you gonna be when you grow up?
Come dinner is ready
Can you set the table honey
Your dad will be home late tonight
He'll be drunk again so be ready
We can play Gulliver's island again
Pretend like he's a giant and put him to bed
I'll kiss you goodnight on your forehead
I can't kiss your brother on the top bunk I'm just too heavy
No, it's a forrest. There's never anyone there
What about the children?
The children? They're basically already dead
Is it over for them?
Overdose
Overwork
Overthink
Overreact
Overact
Overcompensate
Overdevelop
Overact
Overcorrect
Oversleep
Overturn
Overhate
Overuse
Oversee
Overcare
Overlove
What's your problem boy?
Why you skipping class and missing dinners boy?
Why you look at teachers like they killers boy?
Why you looking at dads like they sinners boy?
Why you acting like you're poor son?
I know you got 2 parents more son
I know that you whining bout nothing just grow up son
Why can't you just be like these normal American boys
And hide your foreign voice
Act like your childhood ain't foreign boy
Well
Well...
Once my fingers were beaten with a golf club by my piano teacher
Once I dreaded the thought of the devil coming home every weekend
Once I was left alone
To be thrown apart by grown men
Once I scratched my brother's face by mistake
When he took away my favorite BB gun
And I was slapped to a pulp
Learned the lesson that he was more important
Once I was used to being called the worst thing in the world
Once I was told that I wasn't shit
Once I was told to stop crying when he called me useless
Called me worthless all because I wasn't a poster child
All before 8th grade
When she left
Came home from the family trip to find my parents bedroom empty
Never knew how much of it was mother's
Suitcase still in her backseat
She told me a story of a failed marriage
After that day breakfast was poison
Verbal abuse and manipulation
Guilt, financial anxiety, all for little old me
All for a kid who haven't even gotten used to his new uniform
A clip on tie can be a noose
The 9th floor apartment bedroom
Window facing the sidewalk can be good news
Maybe it would be cheaper if I just didn't live
If I jumped today I won't have to jump tomorrow
And my grandmother would stop coming into my room
Crying about how all this is her fault
Because it would be mine
The only reason I didn't jump is
The memories of my mother and how important
Her words were to me
Her habits of saying "I wanna die"
Stuck around in my head echoing back to me
What do you wanna be when you grow up?
Who are you gonna be when you grow up?
Come dinner is ready
Can you set the table honey
Your dad will be home late tonight
He'll be drunk again so be ready
We can play Gulliver's island again
Pretend like he's a giant and put him to bed
I'll kiss you goodnight on your forehead
I can't kiss your brother on the top bunk I'm just too heavy
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Writer(s): Benjamin Jung
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