Besedila: Burning June. Other. Poor Thing.

When it happens to someone you know
You say oh, no you say poor thing
But when it happens to you
You realize its more, it's everything

You took my body
Tore it in half
You took my childhood
My heart and my laugh
You took everything
That meant so much to me
And then you're gone
I'm not your poor thing

And now all your friends look at you with pity
They say oh no, they say poor thing
But you scream that your not a poor thing
Because this thing that happened meant everything

You took my body
Tore it in half
You took my childhood
My heart and my laugh
You took everything
That meant so much to me
And then you're gone
I'm not your poor thing

Now you trust no one
And your friends don't seem to stay
All because that little thing took you innocense away

You took my body
Tore it in half
You took my childhood
My heart and my laugh
You took everything
That meant so much to me
And then you're gone
I'm not your poor thing