I won't be what you need and I can't be what you want
Despite it all, thinking we would be better
We are only what we know
And what I know is your sadness, your pain, your hate
It is in me, it is me
I was born into a history of violence
In spite of my best efforts I fear I will be next
I will be sorry now to prepare for the day I am not
The day I am blinded by my own foolish heart
Do not forgive me, and do not let me forget that from which I came
I was never just a child and yet I always am
Waking, waiting
The years pass me by
I feel it now, creeping up on me
In long car rides alone
In the dark in my bedroom
The cold is shocking at first but the numbness eases my head down
I don't want to fight any longer