No One Listens When You Fall Apart Songtext
von Old Wounds

Ginger ale and the fetal position
Who was it that chose this for me?
It wasn′t me

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful of rye
Numb is the void that lays awake at night
Tear the pages of my diary
So you have nothing to remember me

December 16th, 1991
Please save that date
You'll cry now, and I will cry later


I′ll sell myself for you
I'll carve your name just to commit
There is no cure for me
Drop me and watch me break

Always the wrong one
Never the right words
Bruise, glow, take it slow

The candle will burn to an end
The candle will burn
From birth to defects, I would never change
From birth to defects

As selfish as it may be
I'm tired of the days, yeah
That won′t let me sleep
Dry your eyes and hide them


I am a light that has died
I am a light...
I am a light that has died