i close the doo…

i close the door to my past
burn all of my old photographs

i can’t see what i’ve done
so still i run

away from here
to a place my thoughts are clear

holding on to silly things
that my days of old used to bring

i can’t look at myself in the mirror
till every thing is so much clearer

damn, i used to know
everything was soo…

cold, in here i’m shivering
my thoughts washed away by this river

i can’t hold on

why do you have…

why do you have to shout
can’t you just keep your thoughts to yourself
dad does care about what you think 
and so do we

I understand you are fed up
aren’t we all inside our heads
but this isn’t going to get us any where
is it, is it?

were all listening 
we may be out the room
but when your speaking that loud
its hard to ignore

stop making everything worse for us
can’t we just sit awhile and figure it out
let us hear your problem
maybe we can help

but please can you stop shouting
your giving me a headache
it isn’t getting better till we figure this all out
and maybe if you stop you will see.