I keep pickin off the scabs,
on this wound that just won't heal,
knowing how my heart feels.
There I held it all,
and I let it slip away,
and will I ever see the day?
The day this dog,
he gets his day.
It's not looking that way.
Not looking that way,
but only in my dreams,
my empty unfulfilled dreams,
that left my heart in screams,
with horrifying dream,
of how wrong it all could go,
this me learning what,
I didn't want to know,
or in my life time see,
this learning me,
this learning me
I pray….
oh, do I pray.
