• Night of Lies

    You cannot see, can no longer breathe
    But still you press on into the night
    Wishing that maybe, just maybe, your memories could take leave
    But your struggle to forgot is forming into a fight
    His harsh hand, so callous, so cold
    Forming memories of good things into pain
    Father's slap, still in remembrance bold
    Tears fall down your cheeks, forming into real rain
    In the night, you realize you must go back alone
    But part of you wants to keep running
    Away from all you've ever known
    The war you fight is mind numbing
    Roses are red, violets are blue
    But his love for you seems to be fading from true