Eight years old when the news came in
Decision final, it was a no-win
The sun it set in me, eternally
Sleepless nights and midnight frights
Confusion, anger and fist fights
A normality transfusion, terminally
Good friends they come and go
And that’s alright
It’s you and us all there, day and night
And when I get that scent of powder
The cries for help get louder and louder
But you
Pull me back
When the line is ragged and blurred
I spiral into the absurd
But you keep me around
when my eyes are dead and red
Energy redundant, underfed
Well you keep me around
A happy go lucky kid, glint in its eyes
Resorts to white lies about family ties
On the surface, cracked and peeled
I wore a crooked smile of denial, still do
To put some contrast to the blue
Whether red or green, the grey skies held sway
Good friends they come and go
And that’s alright
But it’s you and them that keep me in this fight
And when I get that scent of powder
The cries for help get louder and louder
But you
Pull me back