It is no excuse for you to trust me,but I don’t want to be buried and sleeping underground.
I want my ashes spread on every cloud so when my memory drops,you can feel the pain and hurt you caused me.
It is no excuse and I don’t want my feet touching the ground,let me float above every lie you fed me to malnutrition.
It is no excuse to the lack of hate and the desire to see you, feel your skin against mine, but I need my head knocked straight.
I wish I knew why and when for I would’ve found no need to excuse my heart from the dirt and filth of a wanting mind and body
It is no excuse believe me.I am tired of learning the same old damn lesson. I am tired of bearing a hell full of worthy angels. I am no excuse for what you are,no I am not!