I learned from you sadness And also some admiration My life a cluttered mess Without no imagination You gave me feet to walk To see of all the Earth I have tried to search for truth Lighting my way with candles Scent of my blood lingers Through your wooden walls Broke all my fingers I'm your porcelain doll Easy to break I'm glass Leaving me in this cold Born with out a way to see Just dying to be held.
I used to write on the sidewalk About how I used to feel I used all kinds of chalk Until the rain needed to steal By the morning my words were gone It was like they were never there But I liked it better than paper and crayon The rain wasn't being fair I still drew the sun and the sky And wrote about my childhood Not knowing when I'll die Or where in society I stood But it was positive being young Not knowing everything going on Lies not on my tongue But now my youth is gone.
