Needing your soft touch, longing for it now
That embracing grasp that you possess
That can hold me so tightly, leaving me destressed
Of all the pain I hold inside
I am sorry I have not been perfect,
During my eighteen years of life.
I am sorry you think I am anorexic,
And that I live life by a knife.
Here lay my mommy and daddy in this bed
Daddy's thinking broken condom,
What's going through mommy's head?
Some days my life grows grim
And my inner light gets dim
And I don't feel right at home
I call and come over