I won't need any vice
All this time I've searched far and high could never find just what I need to fill this void inside
Had high hopes of finding it in all the right places
Family... Always a bust never any trust
Beyond crippled at the fear of rejection.
To bear my true thoughts
Scarier than death its self
Dads not truly an option never a high priority
Always daddy's little girl but a mirror image of mommy
Every weekend brought us closer but made his wounds deeper
Procrastination and an unfailable mind don't go so hand in hand
A life left waiting and a man with no motivation
A catastrophic equation to say the least
Friends seem to offer some comfort
Couldn't seem to lower the shield around my heart
Every time I let someone through it was just enough
to fall apart once they fled
wasted every good choice I made
Is there anything once they've all left
no relief for the troubles that rest on my soul
It seemed to me there was no beacon of hope
Not even a shore in my horizon
Find hope in faith through motivation
Seek growth and personal freedom
In these words that hold so much meaning
weaving a net to grasp you from relapsing.
Clinging to this feeling that I've found what I've been seeking
Forge through this land of treason, hand in hand, be my reason.