There are only
so many pieces...
I wake up
the weight of the day heavy...
The only thing I hated about school,
With all my blood...
When I was 10 years old in Primary 5,
The English teacher turned my torn shorts into her...
The sadness in her heart never matched the smile...
the smile on her face never showed the pain in her...
"I'll be there for you." Oh yeah? Where you at?
Like all the times I picked you up when life...
As my feet hit the ground,
it’s hard to tell how long I’ve been running...
To gaze into the mind of a silhouette,
comforting her soul as arms drape...
I never met my two grandfathers.
You can say I was born a grand-orphan...
Jojo, you want me gone,
But where will I go...
It's when you wake but still feel sad
There's no escape when life is bad...
Just a distant echo in these halls
A picture torn down from the walls...