Old words heal slowly, mortal wounds never heal.
My pride was grazed, my anger raised, yet the pain inside I'll conceal.
You cried on my shoulder with your heart next to mine.
Reviewing the words your mother opined.

She slashed you to ribbons with her cutting tongue,
Growing older, you are always too young
For her.
She slashed you to ribbons now you're torn up inside.
The pain will only pass if our true love lied.

Old words whisper, mortal words forever scream.
Your heart is bruised, your head confused with the pain you'll redeem.
When you talk to your mother it's like she can't hear.
Even when your meaning is clear.

She slashed you to ribbons with her cutting tongue,
Growing older, you are always too young
For her.
She slashed you to ribbons now you're torn up inside.
The pain will only pass if our true love lied.

Circling her prey, unfeeling as sharks.
Sharpening her wit with cutting remarks.
I lose my edge and it's hard to defend.
When she says that I'm dull she stabs again and again and again.

Old worlds tell the truth, mortal worlds forever lie.
Our hope was lost, our love the cost, so your pain inside will die.
Little girls get older, growing up in a shout.
And mothers cry, "My baby's gone" when they've pushed them out.

She slashed you to ribbons with her cutting tongue,
Growing older, you are always too young
For her.
She slashed you to ribbons now you're torn up inside.
The pain will only pass if our true love lied.

She slashed you to ribbons with her cutting tongue,
Growing older, you are always too young
For her.
She slashed you to ribbons now you're torn up inside.
The pain will only pass if our true love lied.

The pain will only pass if our true love lied.
The pain will only pass if our true love lied.
The pain will only pass if our true love lied.
The pain will only pass if our true love lied.