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You screamed at me As the tears slowly Streamed from your eyes And you never told me why All you told me is Don't be like me baby boy Grow up and be smart So your kids won't steal toys A walking habit A flying contradiction You left me dying When you were in prison A child of the night Soul flooding with pain Overflowing into fights Eyes red from the strain Child born from the sandbox Spirit living parallel to muck Down the slide he was caught He was mentally thunderstruck Then the facade began to rust I attempted to resist the talk A broken necklace like our trust You left me in the pine box Buried alive Barely alive Dirt in my nails As I climb Buried alive Barely alive Dirt in my nails As I climb What did a child mean to you You told me don't be afraid But I was too used to you Then you were taken away Old playgrounds left in your wake Stressed out generational swings Much like the mood we would play Then see what the enemy brings Kites down with bullet holes Too hungry with no cereal Serial killers fill the room Face to face with true doom Sleeping every night Dreaming about you Played football all the time Played and lived for you You shook your head at me Wondering how I turned out this way All you remember is feeding me Happy Meals, lies, and games Disappointment you said you feel You gave me wounds that wont heal Sword at my throat, once a shield Then I was thrown into the fields My eyes are older and colder 6 year old left to the slaughter The old you, well I adore her You sold her off then I bought her As a child soldier, on my knees Begging at the steps of the city Grabbed my gun then squeezed If anyone dared show any pity The priest touched me and never loved me Used the book as an excuse to continue the abuse Left bruises all over me, left me weak and ****** Then I went back to my cousins room and found my tools Tools to find a new way Foster homes not the way Never found a way to pray Today was lived yesterday Broke the latch on my casket Master would never have it My old rose, oh I grabbed it Threw it down then laughed at it I turned out just like you No I turned out much worse I don't see a thing in you Take it for what it's worth The playground is closed It went with you long ago My heart broke with my soul Then was rebuilt by the crows Followed you wherever you would go If only you would have come to know The ways in which I'd come to grow Before the playground closed
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
Playgrounds
You screamed at me As the tears slowly Streamed from your eyes And you never told me why All you told me is Don't be like me baby boy Grow up and be smart So your kids won't steal toys A walking habit A flying contradiction You left me dying When you were in prison A child of the night Soul flooding with pain Overflowing into fights Eyes red from the strain Child born from the sandbox Spirit living parallel to muck Down the slide he was caught He was mentally thunderstruck Then the facade began to rust I attempted to resist the talk A broken necklace like our trust You left me in the pine box Buried alive Barely alive Dirt in my nails As I climb Buried alive Barely alive Dirt in my nails As I climb What did a child mean to you You told me don't be afraid But I was too used to you Then you were taken away Old playgrounds left in your wake Stressed out generational swings Much like the mood we would play Then see what the enemy brings Kites down with bullet holes Too hungry with no cereal Serial killers fill the room Face to face with true doom Sleeping every night Dreaming about you Played football all the time Played and lived for you You shook your head at me Wondering how I turned out this way All you remember is feeding me Happy Meals, lies, and games Disappointment you said you feel You gave me wounds that wont heal Sword at my throat, once a shield Then I was thrown into the fields My eyes are older and colder 6 year old left to the slaughter The old you, well I adore her You sold her off then I bought her As a child soldier, on my knees Begging at the steps of the city Grabbed my gun then squeezed If anyone dared show any pity The priest touched me and never loved me Used the book as an excuse to continue the abuse Left bruises all over me, left me weak and ****** Then I went back to my cousins room and found my tools Tools to find a new way Foster homes not the way Never found a way to pray Today was lived yesterday Broke the latch on my casket Master would never have it My old rose, oh I grabbed it Threw it down then laughed at it I turned out just like you No I turned out much worse I don't see a thing in you Take it for what it's worth The playground is closed It went with you long ago My heart broke with my soul Then was rebuilt by the crows Followed you wherever you would go If only you would have come to know The ways in which I'd come to grow Before the playground closed
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
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