I accidentally walked in front of a car
Today.
I was walking slowly,
With my head down
And forgot to watch where I was going.
"What are you, crazy?!"
The driver shouted,
After swerving to avoid me.
I stared back at him.
There he was:
An important looking man
In his brand new car
Shiny and fast
In a hurry
Because he was going somewhere.
He was going somewhere.
I stared down at my worn out shoes,
The canvas sagging with lack of purpose,
And answered him,
"Yeah, probably."

There's comfort in crashing
or so you said,
I've crashed and burned
and risen up again,
but I like rock bottom
just as much as floating on clouds,
being in the pits is easy
no reason to get out,
I've lost myself

Oh Mama, sweet Mama
I wish I could do better
These times when I have to be the backbone
Because you are in your room crying.
Oh Mama, sweet Mama
I feel so much like a child at these times.
These times when I play your role,
Adequate wife and nourishing mother.
Oh Mama, sweet Mama,
I am not fit for such a burden.
I hate to disappoint you,
But I fear I fail where you need me.
Oh Mama, sweet Mama,
I feel so old even now.
But someone has to do it.
Because if he carries on
The way he does,
It will surely **** you.
And if "mother" does not carry on
In the house,
He will **** himself.

You want to breathe my shadow?
You want to feel my rage?
You want to see me howl and roar like phantom wolves inside a cage?


They throw my body in cell,
I bare my teeth and grin.
They leave me where I tripped and fell but I remember
every
sin...
My eyes,
they stare,
my face is calm...
But creatures stir inside my veins...

If I let go of all control,
the fire of hell would swallow me whole.

What's this...?

But you my dear...
you wish to see,
the darkest parts I hide in me...
I find it strange,
I can't explain,
you choose to never turn and run.
You touch my lips and gently kiss
what burns like violence from the sun...

Well if you insist...

Show me your anger. Show me your rage.
Open my body,
page by page...
Give me wounds inside this cage.

Roar with my fear,
moan in my ear,
scream with me,
perhaps we'll see...
why your demons play so well with me...

"If I never write you," she said,
"you'll know I've found what I needed."
And thus they parted ways...
And he still awaits a letter.