"In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love."
Diego Marchi
Everything got pushed to the side,
And when the light faded, she prayed it wouldn't put out her life,
She felt wasted, but happy that she was alive,
But not sure how alive, she was tonight...
When she looked up at me from the stars,
The supernova gasses attached consisted of some of her scars,
I remember when she was so little, and so fickle,
That she couldn't decide between a flow or a slow trickle,
I guess it ain't right to joke about these things,
Lemme slow it down, show you how she doubts her wings...
Sometimes dad would cry, I was sittin' there too,
As his backhand hit a bare wound,
He would, cry his whys with a scream from his voice,
And blame it on us, like he didn't have a choice,
If we only, had done the dishes, gave a fuck to vacuum,
He would hug and kiss us, take us to the back room,
To be honest, I want his fists instead,
And my sister felt the same, so the fissure spread,
He would come home high on crystal meth,
I would look at the sky, and wish for death,
He would, try his damndest to find somethin' wrong,
And if he didn't, he would take his fine son along,
Up to the room, my little sister in tow,
As I looked for a flicker, a glow, a little glimmer of hope,
We would climb in the bed dad had,
And I would cry when I heard the lens cap snap,
Julie was stronger, she never showed a tear
when the eventual was near, she instead would cloak her fears,
He would dress her in silk, mom's better known brazierres,
He would press on my will, till I let it go, he peered,
And when it was over, his son would hide,
In my haven, I would cry till the sun would rise,
And that's why we stopped doin' chores, I lost my soul,
In the room, in my father's show,
But for her, she had lost mountains of love,
As she looked up at me with a mouth full of blood...
We've grown up now, she's colder now,
She sits on the corners in the folds of town,
Thinkin' that her only worth, is what her father showed,
So she throws her shirt, for a pot of gold,
If we only strolled the earth,
We mighta found another town with a home assurred,
In a constant sulk, I regret the past,
And the things I coulda did to reset our path,
But regardless, her hardships make her detached,
She sits on the corner half naked, and trapped,
In her hell, she sits, where she fell, she slipped,
And she can't get up to be held and kissed,
Any sort of intimacy lost its shine,
When she peered through the camera at her father's eyes...
Myself on the otherhand, felt like my wonder-an',
Dealt me a healthy hell from the summer dance,
So I put some music behind it,
Hopin' someone might use it to cry with,
And vibe with, maybe feel numb to the trident,
Inside him, cuz you can't run from the violence,
So every song, is annointed with thunder,
The choice of another,
Hopin' that my sister can recognize the vibrant voice of her brother,
And maybe someday we'll reconnoint with each other,
Right now, this song's for her, I hope she hears,
I just wanna cry all night, and hold her near,
It's another wound,
I hope that you know I'm not judging you,
I just want you to live more comfortable,
And I just want my sister to feel love that's true...