Other People

I'm a little girl when I? m around you
I'm a screaming little bitch
It's a problem I have
It's a madness I share
That plane has flown away
The town is burning and it's so near you
The wind is turning and we can breathe soon
Black windows
Melting floors
Burning frames
Open sores
Some will learn
Others are doomed to repeat it again
Other people will never understand
Some would say the smart ones don't even care
I would care