The dread in my life is almost more than I can bear I'm knocking on a door that vanishes with each touch The weight of responsibility is in full force Between honoring my mother and father And a child that must swallow her Father borrowing her time
I walk in a light that flickers along with my doubts When the right thing is the wrong thing What can be picked from a vine of unending questions? To be released from suffocating love I'd rather bury myself in delusion than face another day of reality
When death is life Have I become immoral? When a child's forgiveness is assumed Have I become calculating with love? When a moment alone is all I crave Have I become a deserted island? No matter The whisper of the conch never ends
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