Is it selfish to think
You turned away without a blink...

Words, words, there all the same yet so different...
in my mind they do reflect, and many were gone...

Sometimes you take for granted what you have.
In retrospect I did this to you my dad...

I give , shell out, and supply.
You take, hold back, and deny...

As the years together go by
Each minute his anger intensifies...

WALK AWAY
Walk away from your pain...

He thinks of me little
He doubts me a lot...

I'm torn between two worlds
My mind does insist...

One day she awakes:
impoverished, cold, alone...

If I had a life
What the hell could I be...

LIMBO IS THE POINT WHERE YOUR YOUR SEARCHING MIND...
TO SOME NEVER ENDING PERILOUS DARKNESS...

IT WAS SUCH A SHOCK
A REVALUATION...