my mind was clouded
i thought this part of my life was a storm
and the one with whom i share a great deal
was the devil's advocate
threats of violent outbursts i wrote onto paper
when i was under the influence
of anger and vengeance
now i understand life cannot be a utopia for me
because humans are imperfect and do not function ideally
and blood is more valuable than words on a paper
no relative is deserving of a satanic moniker
nor the brand of "enemy"
although it may appear as if there is no hope for us
it is
because we laugh and joke together again and again
many lonely days where she's been my only friend
it was a part of growing up i didnt understand
that drove me to ponder such evil things
which i didnt not mean,
that i didnt want to cause a scene
i was a fool and almost gave her away
but i'm taking her back so we can stay together 4 life
