dear mom,
my heart is surely crying. beyond what i first agreed, beyond the sight of me her pain always come down between you and i. dead right. torn down between you and i. dead right. and if i told you why, becuase its branded on our hearts.
the constant cycle of failing the ones that we love. you can't stop the sorrows of wishing the well wasn't dry. they dance and dance only jesters have.
nothing in this life has changed so much that i cant even speak out the truth. can't even speak without you. i can't even speak without the truth. who wrote this inquisition?