always felt worthless, with people above me that ..
i loved, and just wished they loved me back
but i didn't posses the knack.. or so it seemed
to leave an impression that goes with dreams
no flow & scheme.. i couldnt look past the batter & slime
that suffocated me with nightmare no matter the time
no flattering lines could heal where words scar me at
but my grandfather tried with his hearty laugh
even he suffered.. a heart attack, despite it all
I begged to the good lord to right a wrong ..
ignored, tried to fight it off, in vain attempts
now im always brought back to the same events
want to change 'em N .. am left cursing awake
why'd that stupid bitch make her nursing mistake
i thought, not my friend.. it wasnt meant to be
but i realize everythings gotta end, eventually..
i stare down at his grave.. remember his laugh, i fall ..
cuz above all, there are those who love me, after all
Pz Gramps