How's that for a tiger? -
September 17th 2017, 03:54 AM
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A tiger does not change its stripes
Not when the stripes are blood red and skin white
So easy to lose sight
Trapped behind bars
The way out will leave scars
Oh, they will leave scars
grip, slash, rip, bleed
grip, slash, rip, bleed
Grip, fist, whip bruise
Fast, fast, fast,
There's no time to lose
They tell me to use the toolbox of skills
The only toolbox I know is the one that kills
Tell me again, what recovery means?
How we went around the room,
sharing our hopes and dreams
I said I hope to hope to hope to hope
To find out what I hope
They smiled at that joke
No one knows I seriously have lost hope
Tell me again how all I gotta do is talk it through
cause your family really loves you
Why can't I be the judge for once?
Day in and day out I live with them
Yes, I have mental illness
(No that does not mean I am always wrong)
Yes, I am timid
(But why should that make me worthless and unlovable?)
Yes, I struggle with words
(But if you took the time to listen, my communication problems would start to calm by itself)
Can't you see how deep this runs?
If only they cared?
If only they cared.
The torment goes on and on and on
Years later, same bars
but a tiger does not change its stripes
Not when the stripes are blood red and skin white
The colors of freedom
At what price?
Punishments for being at fault
The way out left it's marks
Oh it left it's mark
The battle still goes on
grip, slash, rip, bleed
grip, slash, rip, bleed
Grip, fist, whip bruise
Fast, fast, fast,
How is that for a tiger?
~Show Yourself
Step Into Your Power~
~Grow Yourself,
Into Something New~
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