this just goes to prove
that there is no one who is pure
no one you can trust
to be loyal and true

no one you can depend on
Te be around when shit goes down
No one to lean on
When life takes an unexpected turn

Ever since i was wee
i have been made to choose sides
either crazy mad mamma
or abusive retarded father

The governor is crazy
A flag of god she waves
Knitted out of cashmere
its either to god or crafts she slaves

The other is an old man
Who never had a father
who saw his role in the house
As just a punisher and abuser

Whenever i supported one
I found the other was worse
Then i was trapped in a battle
engaging who i supported first

It turned into a endless cyclone
No matter what i did i couldn't fight it
The winds picked up speed
and finally cracked my metronome

and so i stopped taking sides
thought i would let you fight it out
you separated from each other
it was over, i had no doubt

But now i stumbled somewhere i never should have been
There is a huge choice infront of me
To compose a new battle scene
One to be written about
In the epics of The Jones
One that will be engraved
upon our tombstones

So what should i do
should i say she was right
that she had a real cause
for her 32 year fight

or should i forgot
let dust go to dust
And let my secret out
Only to the dusk

This is me

This is me dying
This is me trying
This is me crying
This is me failing
This is me dreaming
This is me falling
This is me fading
This is me running
This is me leaving
This is me suffering
This is me dying