These worried weeks I layed in bed
The crazy thoughts that stayed in my head
Drained events the walls registered
Deep holes I need to remember
Lies and truth in my sheets
Is this my imagination? Is this a dream?
What's life without necessities?
A broken child growing misguidedly
A child having a child, all in all deep misery
Who's to blame?
The overworked mother or the absent father?
Each mistake and regret lingered one another
Loathe and heartache from each side
Mind blank, clouds over the eyes
Erase then, focus on now
It's not real, apart of me wished it was, somehow