Just My Issues
A dad I want, a mom I need
Someone to fix me when I start to bleed
My heart is broken, I’m left with tears
Alone to face my ultimate fears
I walk in shame in search of light
No strength left in me, I cannot fight
I helped you all my funds now dry
With nothing left, I’m alone to cry
That’s okay, don’t worry, I know you won’t
Don’t act like you care when it’s obvious you don’t
So here once again to stand on my own
It’s a fact, now I’m broke, not even a home
I’ll say my good byes, a few I will hug
I am to blame, my own grave I have dug
Lie down and give up, what else can I do
Yeah right, are you kidding, my killer won’t be you
Laugh if you must and make me your joke
When I succeed yours stabs will feel no worse than a poke
So puff on your pipe to get that ultimate high
It hurts me to think your love was a lie
Copyright © Kristina Cooke | Year Posted 2010
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