Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Your Dust

I built you a wall today, but it wasn’t strong enough,
Who am I to you? Someone you love, or just another roadblock?
If I died would you weep? Or would I only be your dust?

As I rest, I can’t breathe, smothered, I can’t talk.
I can see you enjoy boasting you have no emotion,
Who am I to you? Someone you love, or just another roadblock?

You act like this “kid” I am is the path that I’ve chosen,
I’m terribly sorry I shame everything, and my mistakes can’t be undone.
But I can see you enjoy boasting you have no emotion.

When I do everything you say, it’s my fault who I’ve become,
I need my father, but you don’t need to hold my hand through life’s busy streets.
I’m terribly sorry I shame everything, and my mistakes can’t be undone.

So is this wall for you, or for me? Separation by miles, not feet.
I’ve broken all the mirrors, ‘cause all I see is your face so disappointed in me.
I need my father, but you don’t need to hold my hand through life’s busy streets.

When you look in my face, I wonder what you see.
I built you a wall today, but it wasn’t strong enough,
I’ve broken all the mirrors, ‘cause all I see is your face so disappointed in me,
If I died would you weep? Or would I only be your dust?

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