I thought I was doing all I could to please you
I realize I sought mostly just to seize you
Stop you from growing, to freeze you
I wanted to hold you like a picture frame
Make sure you stayed with me, that you stayed the same
But stagnant air doesn't feed the flame
I don't think I have anger to spit anymore
It is alright to grow, to not fit anymore
And I'll put down the candle not lit anymore
I think now I know I have Blame to pay
It may take years to say all I have to say
But I do hope you read it, here or some way.... Someday
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