There’s a story here, somewhere buried deep,
of a girl afraid of what she’s seen.
She didnt know how to live.
She didnt know how to think.
She didnt know how to be,
so please be kind when dealing with me.
Thoughts are second,
and words come first.
Emotions are hidden,
and shes been lost
too many times and too many ways.
She will always come back at her own pace,
and she does it a lot more often these days.
So she’ll be back.
She’ll be here.
And she will be there for you always dear.
I’ll take your poison
I’ll take your pain
I’ll suck it right on out of your veins
You won’t bleed
You’ll feel nothing.
I’ll take it all. I’ll wear your shame.
Wear it like a coat
hold my shoulders tight
I’ll make it fit. I’ll make it all right.
Don’t you worry now
get some sleep tonight
I’ll keep watch until the morning light.
The dreams won’t get you
I’ll fight the worries away
I’ll keep my eyes open keeping your demons at bay.
And when the morning comes
you can thank me then.
This is the best I can do, and I will until the end.
The Rant 