Just A Picture
They
say a picture.s worth a thousand words..
So put mine in the newspaper with the dates underneath
Saying to the world that my death was so sweet,
It came too late to you
You thought you couldn.t defeat me.
They say a picture.s worth a thousand words...
But that.s more than i.m worth.
So put my picture in the newspaper
With the dates underneath
Only eighteen years and a few short weeks
Until i realised the lie that i lived wasn.t worth one more breath.
It wasn.t worth seeing the hate
Or putting up with it.
It wasn.t worth the chains
Dragging them or being whipped by them.
And it certainly wasn.t worth the pain.
They say a picture.s worth a thousand word..
But that.s not enough to describe what i.d gone through.
So when you put my picture in the newspaper
With the dates underneath.
1995-2015
New Years Eve, my resolution to put a stop to their shit
To my pain
To the lies
To their gain
To my tears
To end the beating i always heard...but maybe that was my heart, not a drum
Who even knows anymore ?
They say a picture.s worth a thousand words...
But no one will ever see mine.
Neither my face in the paper or my art in the gallery
Because one thousand words are hardly any at all. Not simple enough or complex enough to make a difference
But what are they ?
Just filler..
Something to replace that picture with.
So what will my place be filled with ?
Your lectures ?
Your taunts ?
Your yelling or mine ?
And whose words will they be ?
Because if it won.t be my picture,
I.m sure they won.t be my words.
Because i.m not my own memory,
But everyone i.ve ever met.s nightmare.
They say a picture.s worth a thousand words...
But none of which will ever be heard.
So put mine in the newspaper with the dates underneath
Saying to the world that my death was so sweet,
It came too late to you
You thought you couldn.t defeat me.
They say a picture.s worth a thousand words...
But that.s more than i.m worth.
So put my picture in the newspaper
With the dates underneath
Only eighteen years and a few short weeks
Until i realised the lie that i lived wasn.t worth one more breath.
It wasn.t worth seeing the hate
Or putting up with it.
It wasn.t worth the chains
Dragging them or being whipped by them.
And it certainly wasn.t worth the pain.
They say a picture.s worth a thousand word..
But that.s not enough to describe what i.d gone through.
So when you put my picture in the newspaper
With the dates underneath.
1995-2015
New Years Eve, my resolution to put a stop to their shit
To my pain
To the lies
To their gain
To my tears
To end the beating i always heard...but maybe that was my heart, not a drum
Who even knows anymore ?
They say a picture.s worth a thousand words...
But no one will ever see mine.
Neither my face in the paper or my art in the gallery
Because one thousand words are hardly any at all. Not simple enough or complex enough to make a difference
But what are they ?
Just filler..
Something to replace that picture with.
So what will my place be filled with ?
Your lectures ?
Your taunts ?
Your yelling or mine ?
And whose words will they be ?
Because if it won.t be my picture,
I.m sure they won.t be my words.
Because i.m not my own memory,
But everyone i.ve ever met.s nightmare.
They say a picture.s worth a thousand words...
But none of which will ever be heard.