• Pretty pretty Flame, can you give me pain? Can you make the world see? Can you make them see?

    Pretty pretty Blade, can you numb this pain? Can you make the world see? Can you make them see?

    This girl they say is beautiful, but deep inside she's hurt. This boy, they say he's happy, but deep inside he's broken.

    Unspoken.

    They say these scars, our battle marks, that they are fake, when will they break.

    They say this style, our independence, is all a show, how could they know.

    Unspoken

    Pretty pretty Flame, can you give me pain? Can you make the world see? Can you make them see?

    Pretty pretty Blade, can you numb this pain? Can you make the world see? Can you make them see?

    This bottle, they say will help, pumping us drugs, just like thugs.

    This pill, they is medical, but truth be told, it makes us fit the mold.

    Unspoken

    Pretty pretty Flame, can you give me pain? Can you make the world see? Can you make them see?

    Pretty pretty Blade, can you numb this pain? Can you make the world see? Can you make them see?

    I'll tell you I survived, that I lived and strived, but I hung nooses, thought I was a nuisance.

    But here I stand before you, cause I am meant to. I was born to.

    Pretty pretty Flame, you can give pain. But you can't the world see. You can't make them see.

    Pretty pretty Blade, you could numb the pain. But you can't make the world see. You can't make them see.

    That I am broken, unspoken, that O have crumbled down beneath, that I couldn't stand on my own two feet.