Woke up and found I was laying down,
I'm only half alive but I'm trying.
Up and down, kicked around,
have to tell everyone I was lying.
Days that have passed, love that didn't last,
It was me, my love, not you.
I was a victim of conditioning,
years of scabs forged my will,
hoping I can whip this thing,
fear's seeds will flower still.
Taking of the mask to find,
I finally know what I like,
No longer do I wonder blind,
Eyes speak all that's right.
Hello mama, you might want to know,
I have dirty knees but I'm walking
but I'm walking
I'm walking,
I'm walking,
now,
I
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