Your heart is cold and scarred,
Your father is behind spirited bars,
Your brother, feathered and tarred,
Your mother is full of scorn.
You block out your own emotions,
You tend to make people fight,
And makehuge explosions,
You try to fit in with all your might,
And yet cause another implosion,
You remember when you were little, you used to play with your kite,
And your brother would scare you with his disections,
What a dredful sight,
You both ended with bleeding bights,
Your mother with bruises and scratches,
Your father doesn't care and starts to play with his matches,
When this was all put to rest
You tried your best
To fit in a little bit
And started to talk about this shit
When you met me,
I could already see,
Who you always wanted to be,
A little girl again,
And I'll make that happen.
What ever I do you always want more,
But I'll do my best to make you soar,
To the top,
And don't you stop,
Can't you see?
In my heart I love you,
And you love me,
But you can't let it happen,
Because of your past.
Yesterday was the past,
Tommorrow is a secret,
Today is a gift,
Deep in my heart,
I still love you,
Don't stop believing in hope.
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