I was blessed with a dirty conscience from a shadow I still often see
Hope I don't sound too sarcastic when I thank you for what you've done to me
A child is like a fragile flower with the privilege to bleed
Was the sound of laughter disturbing your perverted sleep?
If I had held my tongue would God have let me stay that young?
All I ask for is one more day to live with what he took away
Fourteen years of fear and you're still burdening me
I wish this zipped lip mouth could speak of all the things my heart believes
I wish my body moved as if I were at ease
But the memory of you is a crippling disease