[YDK]

I use to hate my heart breaks
But broken hearts love strong.
I took my love of pain
And i put it in a song.
I was looking for a father
I was crying out for help
Now I'm having my first daughter
I found a father in myself.
Its ironic in a sense
That innocence is bliss
My tortured soul is growing old
But my consciousness resists.
In the eye of time
I am hidden by the dark
Like candles burning dimly
We're strong enough to make a spark.
I use to hide my smile
Now I yearn for laughter
It always seem to go
Nothings appreciated till after.
I find it kinda funny
I kinda find it sad
The dreams in which I wished for things
Are things I've always had.