Dreaming of death.
Dreaming of life.
I thought my life was a misery.
Nothing but years of pain and strife.
I've seen the blood of my father.
I've seen the sweat of my mother.
The tears of my brother.
And the spit of my sister.
I've seen love.
I've seen hate.
I've been abused.
I've been the abuser.
I've been bullied.
And I've been the bully.
Hand over heels
And heels over hands
One step two.
The gyroscope spins ever so smoothly.
Sit and listen to my tales of woe.
Sit and listen to my soft spoken words.
Darling if you're hurt today
I promise you it'll be okay
For I'm hurting too and I know your pain.
You don't need to suffer. And it's not in vain.
