The windows shatters
The walls caved in
The floor boards burned
The food rotted
The water dried
The furniture vanished
All that was left was a door stuck in it's jamb
And me
The door and I left standing
I made it easier for the door and kicked it in
Now it's just me

I was taught
That my voice
Would never be loud enough
To speak
So I stay
With rope in my throat
Keeping me silent

he left you a song
that you don't want to here
you plug your ears and scream
your eyes turn red while your heart turns blue
his love for you is gone
and all your left with
is this stupid song

You do not speak
you do not think
you do not hear
nor do you listen
you are not yourself but a portrait of someone else
you've grown up
so you say
I didn't know that growing up
meant to be everything but yourself

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.