Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I wonder whats its like to have a loving family?

Where did I go wrong?
Who was I supposed to be?
No matter what I’ve done you’ve always criticized me

A broken heart
By a stab in the arm
Left with a scar to remind me of
The things you’ve done

A happy home like a fairy tale
But broken dream is all I got
A neglected seed from a family tree
Like a drifting log in the open sea

Know not just who I’ve become
It’s because of you I’m broken
And it’s because of you I’m dead inside
When it’s said and done would you remember what you’ve done?