You used your big sister calm to tease me to tears, I used to pinch you a little bit to hard. On your wrists, on your arms, if you look closely you can see the scars. Oh I have done things so mean and so grim, I’m to ashamed to say them out loud. I don’t think you get how much I regret and here me when I vow. That I will always be your soldier, I’ll be marching by your side. I’m not deserting, I’ll be there for you. Oh please please believe me. Thirteen years old, lipstick and boys, I never knew how lucky I was to have you. The great teenage depression, our domestic civil war and I think back you were the one to pull me through. Yeah what it comes down to is you are the one who truly understands. Wherever you go I hope that you know that I’m at your command. And I will always be your soldier, I’ll be marching by your side. I’m not deserting, I’ll be there for you. Oh please please believe me. Oh, I will be strong for you, I will belong to you. Run for miles.

Annons

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August 2008