you never talk about the abuse
no, nothing is ever really said
feelings are just locked in a box
and hidden under eternities bed

johnnie walker
took him eventually
i was quite young
let me think
i was still able to fabricate my dreams
so i must have been about thirteen

i am not the person you think i am
i said goodbye to someone today
she would liked the warmth of my hands
i am not the person you think i am

this is not a solution
there is no leader
hang onto the left over ink
this is not always right
at best it may make you think

feelings of the past
bleed from these walls
these early edwardian walls
built around 1905

talent.
is a waste of time
it is not magic
nor does it go to school

in the start
i obviously promised too much
i let someone in
then when it became too much
i asked them to leave