Good Born of Tragedy
I was bleeding, you stopped the flow.
I was screaming, you calmed my woe.
I was drifting, until you I found.
I was falling but couldn’t hit the ground.
I was burning, you smothered the flame.
I was hurtful, but you weather the pain.
So hateful, did not want to live.
Said bad things you shouldn’t forgive.
I was tired, so you lay me down.
I was horny, so you rocked me round.
I was hungry, you went and made food.
I lay despondent, you played me a tune.
Suicidal, but you wouldn’t leave.
I lost faith, yet for me you believed.
Tried not to, but I wanted to care
when I ran my finger through your hair.
I was hopeless, you made me cling to life.
I was confused, so you hid all the knives.
I was crazy, but you made me feel sane.
I felt guilt, but I wasn’t to blame.
She was your sister, and I was driving,
the deer leapt out, could do nothing.
When I came to, and I saw her die…
I prayed to God to make it my time.
Still feel guilty, when you come to me,
hear the whispers of your family.
You and I are quite a steep hill,
when they think I got my last love killed.
I am fearful, afflicted with fright,
that you’ll look at me and see that dark night.
This is so awkward, what we are now.
Try to explain it, I don’t know how.
But if your bleeding, I’ll stop the flow.
And if you’re screaming, I’ll calm your woe.
And if you’re tired, I’ll lay you down.
And when you’re horny, I’ll rock you round.
And when they ask how we came to be,
I’ll say “A single good born of tragedy.”
You saved me once, I’ll do the same.
And neither one of us shall ever live in pain.
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