first they stabbed my father,
then they took my soul, however the only bit left of me, was a story to be told.
i was only 10 so daint, so pure i found my self lurking where children shouldn’t lurk at all
they held a gun to my mother, i was frozen of utter fear while kids my age were watching the disney film.. oh dear
everythings is grey to me or just simply so blue i remember how i used to happy under the age 2
what can i exepect nobody is safe my ancestors farmed for cash but I’m sorrowful sitting in a cafe
i see my own blood crying sweating and breaking down but i can’t provide for the shattered souls not unless i drown
why can’t i reach the top my brain can’t fit no, I’ve had enough ill just slit
dirt is in there eye a pencil in my hand why is life hard on everyone i just dont understand