Here in a time where I can't sleep,
I'm wondering who's nailing what into who.
And here in a time where I can't sleep, the dreams that
I don't have haunt me.
Don't make me wait for a misleading reason for me to change,
so that I can finally figure.

Wait...
when will you see that the blood is on your hands?
Wait for me.
I try to figure out all the stipulations.
He's a mind of his own, not a leash on a soul.
Can you hear me?
A broken home from a broken prose.
I love the irony.