i escaped from a hell that very few people come back from
i was eleven years old,
he was as old as my dad and he took something from me
i didn’t even know i had. so don’t tell me about decency.
don’t tell me about pride. just give me something for my trouble.
wake up at dawn and ask her why a dreamer dreams. she never dies. wipe that tear away now from your eye. slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannon ball, where were you while we were getting high