Momma Hocus

The grief seems to be painted in these eyes
No hurt gone yet the fire seems to have died
Lf only i could be changed by turning around.
I would not feel this rage burn

The hope seems to be scratched within my face.
I feel the pain but the scars say "it's too late"
My life seems to be changed, acting a mime
My time has taken a turn

No sense made from the verses seen in my head.
I hear songs but the music seems to be dead.
Darkness grows, my feelings begin to show
Pictures burnt my heart yearns.

I know how the aching grows.
I care for the pain that shows
There is only one way to go
L hate how your anger flows.

I know about the misery
I care for your agony
There here is only one way to be
L hate the way you seem to me

No sense made from the verses seen in my head
L hear songs but the music seems to be dead
Darkness grows as my feelings begin to show
Pictures burnt my heart yearns.

The hope seems to be scratched within my face.
I feel the pain but the scars say "it's too late"
My life seems to be changed, acting a mime
My time has taken a turn

The grief seems to be painted in these eyes
No hurt gone yet the fire seems to have died.
If only i could have changed by turning around.
I would not feel this rage burn.

I know about the misery
I care for your agony
There here is only one way to be
L hate the way you seem to me

I know how the aching grows.
I care for the pain that shows
There is only one way to go
L hate how your anger flows.