Bogged down in velvet I swam
mirror on the wall showed me who i am
Lost in a world so busy spinning
outside of the box was i living
Cold asphalt served as my bed
head full of resentments with hate i fed
unable to escape my innermost child
the one with the hatchet that was running wild
Screaming for justice screaming for love
Screaming for help from some god above
Who loves this child with the bluest of eyes
that crumbles apart every time you cry
Who wants to eat your pain and hurt till its gone
Who wants everyone just to get along
Who had some dreams but know they are buried
deep down inside where it is scary
Who cant play anymore in the mud and the dirt
forever been scarred by the pain and hurt
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