I push them away!
How do I know-
They won't do how you did.
They all have so far
But for me it is too late
Too late for new beginnings.
But you
You have the freedom of possibility
I have nothing but hostility.
All I hold are memories
Shattered with the scars to remind me
The fears and broken heart to bind me
Binding to a life of misery?
No
I think not.
Why should I always be the martyr in the plot?
Although my childhood is shot,
I won't let my future rot.
So while I work away my days
And cry away my nights
I will think of you still
So umm - Ma'am,
Why?
I can't understand
Never will.