Friday, October 25, 2013

Behind that frame


Taboo



Whenever I see him I think of you, your brother too

You begged your mom not to make you sleep in that room.
It struck me as strange


Lost innocence lived behind that frame.
He was a mastermind
Turned us against you in time

If I knew I would’ve told
Shit like that sticks with you till you get old
I wonder if you still feel that pain.

And I wonder if he’ll do it again

Cuz sometimes those cycles don’t end
But I know you would never keep it going.



 

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