| Song | Severance |
| Artist | Mychildren Mybride |
| Album | Unbreakable |
| I fell asleep a boy, and when I woke I was a man | |
| Forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us | |
| What once was so innocent before is now lost | |
| Let down by the elders that we use to trust | |
| We were all meant for so much more than this | |
| No more turning back, no more giving in | |
| Although time has locked us in regret | |
| We won’t back down, this can’t be over yet | |
| (repeat) | |
| I fell asleep a boy and when I woke I was a man | |
| Forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us | |
| What once was so innocent before is now lost | |
| Let down by the elders we use to trust | |
| We'll water our pillows with candid memories | |
| Praying for things to be the way they used to be | |
| Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again | |
| Hoping that we will finally see the end | |
| All the broken promises and fallen dreams | |
| Courtesy of our creators | |
| False hope busting out of their seams | |
| They’re becoming such outstanding traitors | |
| No more turning back, no more giving in | |
| We were all meant for so much more than this | |
| (repeat) | |
| A child so small, locking up everything inside | |
| Scared and alone, the only thing to do is hide | |
| Accepting the decisions that were way over our heads | |
| Hearing the yelling from our tear-covered beds | |
| Now with a void that's only half-filled | |
| Cradling the memories that haven’t yet been killed | |
| Although time has us locked in regret | |
| We won’t back down, this can’t be over yet | |
| We have coped with the pain that is inevitable | |
| Recovered from the deep wound that made us so unstable | |
| We'll live ready for tomorrow like it was yesterday | |
| Caught up in the past when we need to focus on today | |
| (repeat) | |
| We'll flood our pillows with candid memories | |
| Praying for things to be the way they used to be | |
| Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again | |
| We'll flood our pillows with candid memories | |
| Praying for things to be the way they use to be | |
| Hoping that we'll finally see the end | |
| No more turning back, no more giving in | |
| We were all meant for something so much more than this |
| I fell asleep a boy, and when I woke I was a man | |
| Forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us | |
| What once was so innocent before is now lost | |
| Let down by the elders that we use to trust | |
| We were all meant for so much more than this | |
| No more turning back, no more giving in | |
| Although time has locked us in regret | |
| We won' t back down, this can' t be over yet | |
| repeat | |
| I fell asleep a boy and when I woke I was a man | |
| Forced to mature by this cold world that surrounds us | |
| What once was so innocent before is now lost | |
| Let down by the elders we use to trust | |
| We' ll water our pillows with candid memories | |
| Praying for things to be the way they used to be | |
| Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again | |
| Hoping that we will finally see the end | |
| All the broken promises and fallen dreams | |
| Courtesy of our creators | |
| False hope busting out of their seams | |
| They' re becoming such outstanding traitors | |
| No more turning back, no more giving in | |
| We were all meant for so much more than this | |
| repeat | |
| A child so small, locking up everything inside | |
| Scared and alone, the only thing to do is hide | |
| Accepting the decisions that were way over our heads | |
| Hearing the yelling from our tearcovered beds | |
| Now with a void that' s only halffilled | |
| Cradling the memories that haven' t yet been killed | |
| Although time has us locked in regret | |
| We won' t back down, this can' t be over yet | |
| We have coped with the pain that is inevitable | |
| Recovered from the deep wound that made us so unstable | |
| We' ll live ready for tomorrow like it was yesterday | |
| Caught up in the past when we need to focus on today | |
| repeat | |
| We' ll flood our pillows with candid memories | |
| Praying for things to be the way they used to be | |
| Somehow always blaming ourselves again and again | |
| We' ll flood our pillows with candid memories | |
| Praying for things to be the way they use to be | |
| Hoping that we' ll finally see the end | |
| No more turning back, no more giving in | |
| We were all meant for something so much more than this |