There is a tiring aspect
To these thoughts
Running marathons in my head
Out my ear they sprint
To find another host
Masterpiece you screamed.
That was what you saw.
Child, I whispered.
That was what I was.
Stronger you encouraged,
But never more than you
Willfulness.
My heart was full of that.
Beat me down I dare you
Try and start I fight
I'm used to losing myself
My temper and my hands
I know what I know
And I change what I can
If you only fall
I'll help you to understand
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
There is a tiring aspect
To these thoughts
Running marathons in my head
Out my ear they sprint
To find another host
Masterpiece you screamed.
That was what you saw.
Child, I whispered.
That was what I was.
Stronger you encouraged,
But never more than you
Willfulness.
My heart was full of that.
Beat me down I dare you
Try and start I fight
I'm used to losing myself
My temper and my hands
I know what I know
And I change what I can
If you only fall
I'll help you to understand
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