Cut my tongue On the biggest jawbreaker I could find. I was young - Licking sugar off my hands to pass the time. Feelin' harsh. And I'm sick the day before it's halloween. Come so far - There are pieces I could pass for make believe. What if at the center I am just more of the same? What if at the center I am just more of the same? Sugar and cement fill in the tunnels in my brain Feeling soft. Red color on my lips to show the scar. When we kiss - Metallic cold, old hurt is not that far. I was screaming - Bloodied in my fathers arms. We keep dreaming. Statues cry, We don't know why it's still so hard. What if at the center I am just more of the same? What did not hold me, could not hold me What if at the center I am just more of the same? What did not hold me, could not hold me