we taught ourselves to lie, and always hide our pain, the elders keep us locked up, depression on our chains, we keep our sadness bottled up, and cry when we're alone, so how are we the bad ones, when we don't know where to go?
filling my insides with your poisonous fruits. your breath like venom & your words like knives - - - it's been years but your gaze makes me shudder with terror
When little kids have nightmares You leave a light on To make the dark less scary But what happens when the dark Isn't the scary part But the pictures Inside your mind What do you do then?