I come from pain, but I've worn it with grace for almost twenty years.
I was born to serve my mother
I'm her last hope when she loses faith in all things
I love her more than anything in this world
But the world has made her so cold
It's hard loving someone that sees so much disappointment and
She blames herself, wondering why she's been sentenced to double life
Stress
I want to make her so happy
I want to take on all her burdens
I know my love can't heal all her pain
It can't fill the cracks that the last 7 years have brought along
I'm the only sane child I think
I've heard the same scoldings so many times
I've had my act together since the fifth grade.
She led us down the right path.
She just wasn't there to choose the forks
Thats where some were led astray
I wonder why me?
Why did I make all the right friends?
Why did I do all the right things?
How can being so right feel so wrong?
I feel this imbedded desire to live up to being the chosen one.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
I come from pain, but I've worn it with grace for almost twenty years.
I was born to serve my mother
I'm her last hope when she loses faith in all things
I love her more than anything in this world
But the world has made her so cold
It's hard loving someone that sees so much disappointment and
She blames herself, wondering why she's been sentenced to double life
Stress
I want to make her so happy
I want to take on all her burdens
I know my love can't heal all her pain
It can't fill the cracks that the last 7 years have brought along
I'm the only sane child I think
I've heard the same scoldings so many times
I've had my act together since the fifth grade.
She led us down the right path.
She just wasn't there to choose the forks
Thats where some were led astray
I wonder why me?
Why did I make all the right friends?
Why did I do all the right things?
How can being so right feel so wrong?
I feel this imbedded desire to live up to being the chosen one.
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