The shadows are my home,
The dark is where I stay...
A solo performance-
you played out; within me...
My child-hood had died
lost in a parental war...
I returned home to motherland
where I first learned how to walk...
I am made more of scar tissue,
Than I am made of skin...
break every bone,
Mama I'm not home...
a one way ticket out,
beside me-beside every doubt...
Memories and dreams
floating around and twisting each other...
Where does the river flow, it never stops,
just how does it all feel to be lost...
**......**this is for anyone who struggles with...
Taking pills...
When that little wheel in my head is going
all pens are dried out, no paper in sight...
I am more than the messes I've made
More than the causes I've lost...