i keep saying
don't beat yourself down
you never had much
and never asked for less than truth,
not promises
the truth is i still live in hell
treading pools
that are shallow when i touch the bottom.
the bottle
still i reach up
although my hands hurt
and aim high
in a world
so confined
i'd rather die
with my face all torn up
wrists in handcuffs with pride
than beleive lies
i keep saying
this time you won't be let down,
you've learned to touch,
to bond, to share, to act and move,
to rebel.
the fact is i just keep on talking blindly
and you can't relate, i know the game
you act like you care
when you don't