you made a mold of me
kept it in your idle hands
blamed me for the past
i know its fair
in hopes of
keeping peace
i succumb to every
speaking truth
forget solicitude
i owe my thirst to
devotion
now peaceful and pleasant
we are nothing but
ambivalent
we feared an empty home
now we live there
falsely atoned
i am too young
i am too young
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
you made a mold of me
kept it in your idle hands
blamed me for the past
i know its fair
in hopes of
keeping peace
i succumb to every
speaking truth
forget solicitude
i owe my thirst to
devotion
now peaceful and pleasant
we are nothing but
ambivalent
we feared an empty home
now we live there
falsely atoned
i am too young
i am too young
