Bird seeds, playing violin
Bleeding through my nose
Breathing where it goes, who knows
Where she took her pose
Holding up a white rose
Like a birthday boy, eating candles off the table
They knew we weren't stable
In no condition to be self sufficient
Threw us out like Hansel and Gretel
Their uncle Peter, never seen them
Heart broke down because you reap but did not grow
Call it a loan, a borrowing
Something you didn't even own
Pushed into morrow but didn't live through to see
What your actions were causing
To these poor kids who may never be who they once were
And before you ask,
Well don't
You'll never know.