Hope
Millie tried to talk the pleasure back into being alive
Reminiscing 'bout the apricots and blunts on Peckham Rye
Won't call her friends 'cause she's ashamed of being locked into bed
Can't feel her legs and feeling like a liar at best
You're not alone like you think you are
You're not alone like you think you are
We all have scars, I know it's hard
You're not alone, you're not alone
You're not alone like you think you are
You're not alone like you think you are
We all have scars, I know it's hard
You're not alone, you're not alone
You're not alone, you're not alone
Started sweating bullets when her dad asked, "How d'you really feel?"
She said, "I've been feeling like something inside me wants to scream"
Won't call my friends, I'm persuaded that they'll leave in the end
Can't feel my legs, I'm feeling like a liar at best
You're not alone like you think you are
You're not alone like you think you are
We all have scars, I know it's hard
You're not alone, you're not alone
You're not alone like you think you are
You're not alone like you think you are
We all have scars, I know it's hard
You're not alone, you're not alone
I've often felt like I was born under a bad sign
Wearing suffering like a silk garment or a spot of blue ink
Looking for light and finding a hole where there shouldn't be one
I cannot communicate the depth of the feeling
Truth is I'm still learning to be open about this
But know that I know and you're not alone
Yeah, know that I know and you're not alone
You're not alone like you think you are
You're not alone like you think you are
We all have scars, I know it's hard
You're not alone, you're not alone
You're not alone like you think you are
You're not alone like you think you are
We all have scars, I know it's hard
You're not alone, you're not alone
Esperanza
Millie intentó devolver el placer de estar vivo
Recordando los albaricoques y porros en Peckham Rye
No llamará a sus amigos porque se avergüenza de estar postrada en la cama
No puede sentir sus piernas y se siente como una mentirosa en el mejor de los casos
No estás sola como crees que estás
No estás sola como crees que estás
Todos tenemos cicatrices, sé que es difícil
No estás sola, no estás sola
No estás sola como crees que estás
No estás sola como crees que estás
Todos tenemos cicatrices, sé que es difícil
No estás sola, no estás sola
No estás sola, no estás sola
Empezó a sudar a chorros cuando su papá preguntó, '¿Cómo te sientes realmente?'
Ella dijo, 'He estado sintiendo como si algo dentro de mí quisiera gritar'
No llamaré a mis amigos, estoy convencida de que al final se irán
No puedo sentir mis piernas, me siento como una mentirosa en el mejor de los casos
No estás sola como crees que estás
No estás sola como crees que estás
Todos tenemos cicatrices, sé que es difícil
No estás sola, no estás sola
No estás sola como crees que estás
No estás sola como crees que estás
Todos tenemos cicatrices, sé que es difícil
No estás sola, no estás sola
A menudo he sentido que nací bajo una mala estrella
Vistiendo el sufrimiento como una prenda de seda o una mancha de tinta azul
Buscando luz y encontrando un agujero donde no debería haber uno
No puedo comunicar la profundidad del sentimiento
La verdad es que todavía estoy aprendiendo a ser abierta al respecto
Pero sé que sé y no estás sola
Sí, sé que sé y no estás sola
No estás sola como crees que estás
No estás sola como crees que estás
Todos tenemos cicatrices, sé que es difícil
No estás sola, no estás sola
No estás sola como crees que estás
No estás sola como crees que estás
Todos tenemos cicatrices, sé que es difícil
No estás sola, no estás sola
Escrita por: Anais Marinho / Gianluca Buccellati