Life holds death grips on those who were once lost but were never found
She says
"Hold on tight please i'll keep you safe and sound"

She used to sit in her father's car with windows rolled down
and longed for the wind blowing through her hair

Now she sits in a car with rolled up windows and
awkward silence filling the air

The universe sparkles and twinkles and sprinkles its life
Onto people with bad memories and people who are only trying to survive

When I was 10 i've always lived under the upperhand
Now 6 years later he acts as if he's Mother Theresa and i'm the ******* basket case who isn't willing to understand

He bears with him respect as he leaves a father that his respect had no room for
And leaves a sister that was suffering from a heart so sore
And she loves to sit and she loves to ponder
About what she's alive for and she wonders
Perhaps maybe the universe forgot about her