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Can I have a knife go through
my back and in my heart
for I am already torn
apart

I made mistakes in the past
but now my fate is at last
control by those, a concept of me
they cannot grasp

love worn thin by hate
and sin
I cannot go on knowing
they have to call me their kin

All I ask is for exception
and respect, all that I can give
but if there is love it shouldn�t
be hard to earn
but I guess being the young
one I have much to learn

please let go
hang on no longer
I don�t care if your my father

It�s now my time I�ll do
what I wish
nothing can stop me
not even the wind

my dreams with come true
but that is left up to me
not you

I live my own life
not you living vicariously through
me
so please just let me be


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