Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Saving Grace
Your shaggy hair and young eyes
Are only a façade; they are only a clever mask you wear.
They are only hiding the anger within.
You are only a child
But you try to act so grown up
Which, in turn, makes you seem even more childish.
“Open your f---ing eyes, stupid!”
I heard you holler this to mom,
I wanted to rain my thoughts
Down on you for being careless,
For being such an awful boy.
Don't have a decent bone in your body,
So I cannot be your “saving grace.”
April 6, 2004
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