Family cries
when I take drugs and fly...
I give you direction
always with good intention...
Family cries
when I take drugs and fly...
I started to dance
with my past...
The way to the heart
just a few inches...
In the night sky
I mirrored myself...
I have my pen on speed dial
because it's my emergency contact...
It is what you did, not what you said,
that made me look inside your heart...
This might come as a rude awakening to you,
but I am choosing not to fight any more...
My perception of myself, today
sometimes is reflected in my fears of your...
Your words cut like knives castrating our...
As I frantically struggle to glue the pieces back...
..And then the walls crumbled down to the floor,
but I saw no priest, not one savior on my door...