Bending the truth
So you make me
Feel like there’s
Nothing I can do
You make me feel
At fault, as though
It’s all my doing
And it just isn’t fair
My life isn’t a book
You can open at will
The pages are stained
And the words are a pain
To have life is to
Care, to care is to
Have compassion, to
do this is to live
It doesn’t take much
To make an effort
For someone who cares
But not anymore
Family ties are all
That’s left, the love of
A parent and child
Is scraped to the roots
