Mmm, mmm x2

You take my innocence,
They’ll be nothing left for to keep.
You took my dignity,
Now I can hardly sleep at night.

You can keep your innocence, I ain’t got mine,
One lad, no Dad, I’m supposed to be fine.
You see for seventeen years I’ve been living with the fear,
I was born to a Dad who didn’t want me here.
Lay in bed I’m in fear, I’m feeling the pain,
Of the fact that me and him, we share a surname.
So don’t dare complain when you’re stood in the rain,
‘Cause at least you’ve got a Dad who’s driving down the lane,
To come and pick you up, and take you home,
Them Arriva buses is all I’ve ever known.
It’s a shame that in the years that have gone by,
I’ve only got one photo of the man and I.
The situation is pressurised, I’m feeling terrified,
I know I’ve got to seek him out, but I would rather hide.
Mortified thinking about what I would say:
‘Hi Dad, I’m the child that you gave away.’
You can’t understand the situation at hand,
Under the pressure I’m sinking quick into the sand,
Reaching out is there anybody close at hand,
To lead me and help me stand?

All my life,
I’ve been searching for you and other people.
And all my time,
Has been wasted on you and other people.

Nobody’s here to hold us,
The weight is on our shoulders,
They say respect your olders,
But they don’t respect me…
They don’t respect me…
They don’t respect me.

I you see you running round,
With a love that isn’t found.
See you in a situation,
It’s killing me.
You’re trying to hide what’s in front of your eyes,
I can see the lies and it’s no surprise...
It’s no surprise.

I feel the passage of time passing by in my mind,
And I find that sometimes I wish I could just rewind.
We’re all blind, why can’t we just open our eyes?
And eye up the truth which is largely disguised,
By the way, allow me to unravel my brain,
And reveal the feelings that are giving me pain.
Maybe I’m insane, or maybe afraid,
Or maybe I’m just maybe scared of centre stage.
You see I’m hugging the walls, so that I don’t fall,
I’d rather be invisible than invisibly small.
Fourteen hundred and forty minutes I’ve got in a day,
To somehow say everything that I’ve wanted to say.
‘Cause see the concept of time has turned into a game,
And there are levels that we’ll never reach because we are afraid,
But if we stand on the edge, then maybe we can begin,
To use the nine million, four hundred and sixty thousand, eight hundred minutes,
That we have been given to start making decisions,
To take ownership of what we own and act like we’re driven.
‘Cause it’s a gift that we’re given, so why don’t we give back?
And give it our all ‘cause one day it all fades to black.

All my life,
I’ve been searching for you and other people.
And all my time,
Has been wasted on you and other people.
Nobody’s here to hold us,
The weight is on our shoulders,
They say respect your olders,
But they don’t respect me…
They don’t respect me…
They don’t respect me.

You take my innocence,
They’ll be nothing left for me to keep.