…
so…
I’m not seeing my mother anymore.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m really just sick and tired of talking to her, hearing her excuses, and watching her slowly kill herself.
So, I won’t do it.
anyway.
new song.
(guess what it’s about! =|)
It’s already two in the morning.
And I’m still up..
Isn’t it funny
How you can still make me wonder?
And yet every night…
I cry myself to sleep.
I worry myself to cry.
And yet you still.
Refuse to care…
And it goes on.
Every night…
I wonder dear god why…
It used to go so well…
When I was young.
A trusting child’s hand…
That was mine.
I always said, they’ll come back.
But secretly, I cried myself to sleep, wondering…
Would you really come back?
I forced myself to relive memories, in order to fill
this empty chasm.
And yet every night…
I cry myself to sleep.
I worry myself to cry.
And yet you still.
Refuse to care…
And it goes on.
Every night…
I wonder dear god why…
It’s not so easy!
To be an adult, apparently.
And yet why is it, that everyone says.
I’m the mature one.
It’s not fair! It’s not right!
I only want that thing that’s in the store window…
that all the other children have.
and yet you still, refuse to buy the one thing I want!
You still refuse to care.
And it goes on every night in my tear soaked bed.
You say you care, and I’m sure you do.
But then why do the tears still fall at night?
