Someday, someday I’m going to find release.

Stop wondering why you left me.

I don’t, I don’t know what I’m here for.

But asking myself only makes things worse.

But I was raised to pray when it hurts,


“Fix my broken mind.” 

I blame my head, I blame my sight.

Poking at somebody’s side

and I’m gauging out their eyes,

but it’s I who is blind.


When will I see?