Those three little big words all can mean different things,

I can say them over and over, but it doesn't have to mean everything

I'm slowly transisting into a whirlpool of painted black,

Clawing the walls that have pressed themselves against me,

I am slowly breaking free to reach those of the highest, those who mean everything to me

I close my eyes to open them to see my world turning as it was,

A deep pit with only my eyes as the invisible light,

I know now that there is nowhere to run, that an obsticle must be faced to overcome,

Resisting temptation, I'll walk that lone line without your guidance

I don't need pity and I don't need a controler that wants me to beg on my knees for love,

I need a solid figure, that I once called father, that gives me what he should give,

Not someone who excepts everything to be perfect within a traumatic changed child,

But a person who's love could run for miles and miles,

That, my darkened figure, is what a father should give to a child

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Wow. I pretty much.. suck this month...