Paper and Pens

We can hear symphonies in the silence

See the good side of any heartbreak

We give and give and they take and take

They should know there isn’t much we can’t take

We taste freedom in coffee and cigarettes

And feel the judging glares on our backs

But who has the time to care about what they think?

We don’t have the patience or sympathy to look back

‘Cause we are the outsiders

Covering blank sheets with reminders

We tattoo down all of our sins

With unforgiving minds, paper, and pens

We’ve been putting up fences because of mistakes in our past

Watching each one rust shut with time

We turn our feelings into words that will last

Sung out through pained lungs and rhyme

Ten thousand journals full of the same stories

Filled with unending losses and glories

Every page covered with other memories

Just some more of our stories

‘Cause we are the outsiders

Covering blank sheets with reminders

We tattoo down all of our sins

With unforgiving minds, paper, and pens

We understand what others do not

There’s more in our words than our mouths could ever speak

Though we are young and haven’t seen everything

We aren’t the ones you should call weak

Tell us what we are doing wrong

Criticize our every move

But is following others the life that you want?

Is that the life you choose?

‘Cause we are the outsiders

Covering blank sheets with reminders

We tattoo down all of our sins

With unforgiving minds, paper, and pens