Shame
What do you know of shame?
All these years I’ve cried
And I know your darkness deep inside
I ran from it
I run from it still
For you father,
For your blind eyes
For you sister,
For not thinking of anyone else
For you mother,
For your hate
Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can’t help but ask myself how much I let the fear take the wheel and steer
It’s driven me before and it seems to have a vague haunting mass appeal
It’s the way that everyone else gets around
But lately I am beginning to find I should be the one behind the wheel
I’m sick of all your stories
Of my own story
They have gone stale
With open arms and open ears
I welcome
The tomorrows you made me fear
Whatever tomorrow brings
I’ll be there
But when I drive myself my light is found
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