This early morning mountain view, Has me thinking about me and you. Will I ever see you again? Was 8
How do I heal? From all this pain and anger I feel, What happened was real, My innocence they did
I’m gonna let this out, You know who you are, And what my anger is about. You’re a waste of
When I was seven, I knew he was bad news, The one my Mother did choose. I didn’t know why,
I haven’t seen you since you were ten, And we’ll probably never see each other again. But trust me
I attended a seven day retreat in a beautiful small village on the west coast of Ireland. On the second
Why couldn’t you be quiet? Bury it and deny it.Like the rest of us. It’s something we don’t discuss. You’re
