Why did you write that on your knee?
Why must there be a reason?
There's always a reason.
No. Sometimes there's not.
But she knew, this time there was
And she couldn't face telling him
Because she didn't even know.
-
He's fucking crazy
I'm not sure who controls who
We're both delusional
Both fighting the need to be controlled
The need to control each other
Opposites
But both the fucking same
What the fuck else is new?
-
Were always protecting
Ourselves
But not always first
The shiny eyes of boys
Who love us
Hiding the pain of the words
They use
Our scattered past
If we keep our smile light
And watch the sunrise
Maybe they wont realize
We aren't zombies
Maybe they wont see
The tear that escapes our eye
-
And then there were times she felt like an animal
Not the kind with soft eyes and
the desire of human kindness
But a cat, trapped under a couch
Trapped by a a person's need for love
Only to see them having a beer
Watching T.V.
Hiding the blood from their coughs
A cat written off as skittish and
Prone to scratching
Fond of looking out the window
Smelling the rain on the clouds
Watching crows fly
And hissing at everyone who walked by
-
I'm made from things that don't break
I sway in the wind
With the wind I do sway
From side to side
It may appear, at times,
That I will snap
(For bend, I do well)
But my roots move
With the shaking of the earth
Pouring of the rain
You can dig and dig
But you'll never find my roots
Not even I know their depths
No one knows their strength
Their depth
Their ability to bend
Until they're in the storm
I'm made from things that don't break
I sway in the wind
(For bend, I do well)
Why must there be a reason?
There's always a reason.
No. Sometimes there's not.
But she knew, this time there was
And she couldn't face telling him
Because she didn't even know.
-
He's fucking crazy
I'm not sure who controls who
We're both delusional
Both fighting the need to be controlled
The need to control each other
Opposites
But both the fucking same
What the fuck else is new?
-
Were always protecting
Ourselves
But not always first
The shiny eyes of boys
Who love us
Hiding the pain of the words
They use
Our scattered past
If we keep our smile light
And watch the sunrise
Maybe they wont realize
We aren't zombies
Maybe they wont see
The tear that escapes our eye
-
And then there were times she felt like an animal
Not the kind with soft eyes and
the desire of human kindness
But a cat, trapped under a couch
Trapped by a a person's need for love
Only to see them having a beer
Watching T.V.
Hiding the blood from their coughs
A cat written off as skittish and
Prone to scratching
Fond of looking out the window
Smelling the rain on the clouds
Watching crows fly
And hissing at everyone who walked by
-
I'm made from things that don't break
I sway in the wind
With the wind I do sway
From side to side
It may appear, at times,
That I will snap
(For bend, I do well)
But my roots move
With the shaking of the earth
Pouring of the rain
You can dig and dig
But you'll never find my roots
Not even I know their depths
No one knows their strength
Their depth
Their ability to bend
Until they're in the storm
I'm made from things that don't break
I sway in the wind
(For bend, I do well)