he's sleeping

Your right
Your absolutely right,

I suppose you were always right.

And now its as if the story rights it self doesn't it?

The little boy who died in front his brothers eyes,

no one to ever see the pain he hides

or the tears that have fallen on the deap inside

after all these years,

after all this time.

A perverted love that taught one wrong,

and now I ow my life to him;

who I have broken.

Never capable of accepting the grace freely given,

I am in prisoned with in,

captivated by nothing.

He is young and sleeps softly,

my heart has broken with in me,

I'm sorry.

The man he speaks in his sleep,

he speaks of the stories he can't remember.

She is sick; my mother.

And rather her I am dieing.

I can feel nothing,

because I have not one heart.

I can hear the song,

now it seems you were right.

I can't change.

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[Jake Weller]

Surreal :P