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.
