She brought the pain
But the pain was me
I tried to run
Can’t you see?
I couldn’t escape
Cause’ the pain was me
I headed west
For pacific seas
Thought I’d healed
As they pushed decree
And pushed me away
The pain was me
He inquired bemused
As he fought to see
You felt the pain?
No. The pain was me!
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I