Maybe some of us aren’t meant for “great things”
Maybe some of us are just meant to survive.




And maybe that’s the great thing in itself;
To survive an unsurvivable mind.

I remember...

The night my Daddy gave me his t-shirt,
And I wore it to bed

It smelled like him,
It felt like him,
It clothed me totally,
And made me feel so small

And now, it was mine!
And I loved it so...

And Daddy said to me:
"One day, you'll grow up into Daddy's t-shirt..."

But the years came and went,
And Daddy's t-shirt still didn't fit...

...More and more so,
But never perfect

And even today,
As I've become a Daddy myself,
My Daddy's t-shirt wears quite large

But it's still mine.

And it still covers me.

And I remember what Daddy said,
And this I know with all my heart:

One day, it shall fit perfectly.

.

you take away my sleep
it’s okay though
i used to want to sleep
all time away
now no time talking to you
seems like enough