Do't help me up, don't let me fall

When you're done
I'll be starting
a new generation that i can connect
don't let me fall in your footsteps
in those small little shoes
Lock me in the closet
like you used to
the nails
scratching against the wood
the creaky steps
i used to be afraid
of that door leading to nowhere
i was never brave
ice blood in my veins
melting blood in your arms
i see you.
through that tiny little peek hole
I can't believe what i see
i can't be who i am and want to be
knives, you would stab the door
pretending it was me
don't let me fall in your footsteps





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