You want satisfaction, child, is that true?
Yearn to banish the anguish from their stares
You disappoint them, you know you do.
And doesn’t it pain you when you lie awake at night?
That sinking in your chest; the despair
Your tears are grenades once you turn out the light.
They claim to be proud, but do you feel such pride?
Each time you speak it’s wrong
And they can’t help once the tears are dried.
Do you feel my pressing presence close to your bed?
Ghostlike, I whisper into you
Release fear and my happiness fill your head.
You want satisfaction, child, is that true?
Just a bit of advice
Worry not of their pride, happiness lives in you.
Yearn to banish the anguish from their stares
You disappoint them, you know you do.
And doesn’t it pain you when you lie awake at night?
That sinking in your chest; the despair
Your tears are grenades once you turn out the light.
They claim to be proud, but do you feel such pride?
Each time you speak it’s wrong
And they can’t help once the tears are dried.
Do you feel my pressing presence close to your bed?
Ghostlike, I whisper into you
Release fear and my happiness fill your head.
You want satisfaction, child, is that true?
Just a bit of advice
Worry not of their pride, happiness lives in you.
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