Each month, write a new collection.
It was always about meWhat i could getWho i could beWhere i could goAll me, never HeIt was always my turnYou stand asideYou I will burnYou do withoutAll me, never learnIt was always my stageMy night to shineMy coming of ageMy special needAll me, my cageIt was always my toneA darkness withinA heart made of stoneA fortress I builtAll me, all alone
Stuck in the momentHow did you get it?I found itWho sold you the pot?I can't sayWho was it?I don't knowWho gave it to you?It was a friendWhat was the name?!It was time and I gave him upI ran away from my dad's at midnightas I jumped out the bedroom window and ran as fast as my legs would carry me Running away from my problemsThrough the pear orchard to the outskirts of town where my momcame to get meOnly to escape to a youth confused with pot smokingand partying I ran never to returnTo the father sonperfect relationshiponly to have it Forever severednever again the same as it once was
Child outgrownThey need to live their own Mom alone