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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting