Friday, January 28, 2011

What’s the reason I’m standing here waiting?
I know that you’re not happy with me, dad,
I’m not going to spend my time debating.
You say you don’t hold grudges, but you are still mad,
I am sorry that I made a mistake.
Stop yelling at me! I can’t take your pain,
It’s like dropping a glass and watching it break. 
All the strength I have is beginning to wane,
Sometimes you make me want to go and forget. 
I don’t move a muscle, I keep on sitting,
Holding a cigarette waiting to be lit.
Wondering, dreaming, even reminiscing, 
And I’m still sitting here looking at this door-
I’ve got no where to go, nothing to live for. 

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