No one said growing up would be easy
No one said life would be all fun and games
Someone shoulda told you your parents love you unconditionally
That no matter what they say or do, they mean no harm
Yet you fight them like your worst enemies
So only fourteen years old with nowhere to go
You go straight to the loving arms
Of a twenty-one year old
Cause he can do you no harm
Or that’s what you thought
Now you can’t leave him anymore
Cause you think he can’t live without you
But he certainly can, cause he had threatened to kill you
So you do what he wants you to
Praying your parents will find you
Save you from the mess you’ve made
Take you away from the mess you’re in
Maybe tomorrow you’ll be home, just not today
Cause you secretly hope he’ll change
You hope he’ll be the man you met
A long long time ago
Monthly Archives: September 2010
Maybe Tomorrow
Simple
You turn to me with weary eyes
A blank stare it almost seems
You had lived a long difficult life
A life in which you didn’t feel free
A life without the fame and fortune
A life without the prosperities you had longed for
A life full of regrets and looking back
Then you whisper softly to me
“If only life were that simple,
“If life had treated me better,
I would have enjoyed it much more”
“But isn’t life as simple as we make it to be?”
I ask myself secretly
I can tell you find it difficult to realize
Not having the perfect life
Not being the perfect housewife
Not baring a single child
You die alone in a cold unmade bed
Alone in a foreign country
Without a family
Without any good old memories
Without a home
Or even a house
Life could have been simple
If only you had made it simple