Hard Times of a Life Needing Fix
I wish I wasn't dissapointment
wish I wouldn't hurt them more
if I could I'd give them ointment
healing sores I caused before.
i'm supposed to be a grown up
yet down, so growing's slow
the past; I sure did grow tough
from forgetting my first home.
~little house up on the shore
~is where I learned to walk
~baby crawling on the floor
~and I'm babbling to talk.
that house did nothing good
in fact, it feeds my demon
within i'm so much good
on the out i'm disobedient.
as if i'm mad at the world
pointing fingers, holding grudges
"how could you ever do this world?"
"tell me how to rise above this!"
...it's not a black or white,
yes or no, straight answer
it's a battle; have to fight.
try and beat emotion cancer.
i can't tell if I am weak
or actually put to disadvantage
until then, i'll sleep
i love em' all behind the:
lies
hurt
drugs
theft
tricks
anger
greed
total damage and bad habits.
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