When did I die?
Was it the day I said enough, and contemplated razors and bathing?
Was it the day I went too fast, and didn’t turn before the pole awaiting?
Was it every goodbye never given?
Was it every time I ran away to keep my heart hidden?
I know here is not where I want to be
There is no home where death is living
There is no love where lies are given
I love you comes with clauses and closed fists
Listening comes with paybacks and Indian givers
Every night I pray for a new dawn
Every morning I see how I am wrong
I can’t take it yet I have no choice
The price I pay for sacrificing my voice
The dreams I never dared to chase
Are the nightmares I wake to face
Listen to me, hear my pleas, I’m singing to you
Can’t you set me free?
I’m sorry I was sleeping all the times you said hello
But I’m awake now, and I’d love to go
Mother, oh mother, forsake me not
I’m so sorry for all the times I told you I love you not
I’ll write your stories, and I’ll sing your missives
Please, oh please, take me back to bliss
Mother, oh mother, I just need to go
No one can hear the truth as it is so
My heart is in them, and theirs in mine
As they scar through the sands of time
Dying through the death of rhyme
They pass pain like a hot potato, inherited wounds from age to age
Shadows and secrets more priceless than gold,
Rising higher and higher on all the lies told
Love is given until you’re dead, we’re only useful bleeding red
Make me immortal, if it is your bidding
But please take me away from this history not worth repeating