There is no forgiveness in waiting for a destined answer,
only the backlash of a wound that never heals,
your stepping in my envious disaster, and its clinging to
you, I come of not as a whole, just a small part of your
misery.
When I'm not alone, in this favoritism slavery,
there are those who feel the same pain, but until
God intercede, those who should rise are quiet by the
unforgivable, the real alone, surrounded by and grown,
forward in things that have been always found in me.
Analyze the words you say, are they lies, have they always
been, some greater than others, taken pieces of people away
from how they used to be.
Mesmerized in the constant commitments of hatred and anger
that will never be grown of my veins.
Trying to stay put has always been my problem,
quickly grown but of and now that's all I want to do,
to keep part of me together, when something appears
the void of what every tragic song comes to mind,
an addiction goes on to help me for the nighttime shallow
alter I put my prayers on, I haven't believed in many things
for so long, the thought to try may help the solutions for
everything else might just come a little clearer to me.
