She thinks like she's 18 Child needs appeasing Why can't I help her? Why can't I help her to leave? Can you feel him? His hands around your throat You're looking both ways standing in the middle of the road Can you tell me what it is you think you need? Just a friend, probably Mirrored my mother I mirrored the fear Mirrored the daughters I mirrored what gives in Sick of the soup you're feeding me Sick of the guilty genes I'm sick of the dirty looks I'm sick of how the truth hurts If you wanna know True love it's all or none All or none All or none None None Wailing my soaked eyes Running through my hands A pound of blood I can feel it Feel it burn the shirt off my chest I am wailing with my tight fists Oh if I see you ride in On a dark horse You may paint him white but he's still a dark horse Dark horse Dark horse