running down the street this morning.
i'm thinkin' about a pretty girl (she knows that i have feelings for her).
a snarling burly dog pops out of a rose bush.
i jumped back, ran across the rode and hid in the cemetery.
i was scared, for the first time in quite some time.
i sit against a tombstone and my thoughts shift to my grandma...
burying her was so hard, i sat in that cemetery for an hour and a half crying.
i get home my dad acuses me of getting high while out and wouldn't drop it...
now the bruise under my left eye says i was guilty...
but it just takes his side because he birthed it there..
his knuckles hard and cold...
hiding in my room writing and cying...
i realise soon enough he wont be able to touch me..
sickly it makes me smile..