It was red when it first erupted And red when he left it Blue, green, yellow, and white in between On the side of a mountain He blasted apart with his son And other explosives..
He raised us and taught us The proper way To take care of your property I am his youngest grandchild That's something I will always be Someone in his eyes I'll always be.
It's hard when you think no one can see you When you're eleven and cutting yourself When you're puking from crying And you hurry to turn off the lights So the tired old man checking on you Thinks you're asleep and well I got so tired of talking Of thinking I was not worth the trouble The trouble it takes to let a child of abuse and divorce Cry on your shoulder I never thought I was a guest Always knew you were fleeting..
But I was persistent on insisting That I was the only person existing I am sure I was wrong about that.
I hope you've asked Jesus to forgive me for all the wrong I've done All the lies I've told and All the hell I put myself and everyone around me through You didn't know what I was doing up there in that room But I wish you did So someone could've told me "no" Someone I'd of listened to. But I don't blame you I don't blame you.
this is such a rough draft but I'm not going to change it. Sorry if it is hard to read or feel the flow.