You told me to stand guard
As you climbed over the fence into the graveyard
the boarded up wood was hard
So you bashed with your fist to get through
And I know things where tough but its true
I saw things and heard things that I shouldn’t
And I probably should of kept my mouth shut.
You told me to stand still
As you photographed your life though an fish eyed lens
And I became a professional at play pretend
I could be who I wanted in the end.
Knowing there is always a bad guy in the good
I always get a bit too close
And when I don’t do as I’m told
I’m still stood in the place that you left me
I’m still standing in the area where you could come collect me
I’ve been waiting for you to take my hand
I’ve been in the childs uniform department of the lost and found
Im still standing where you left me.
You said you would return and you never came back
Is that the responsibility that you lack?
Or the love that I prayed for but I never had
When you get the life that you wish you had
Will you return?
Or will I just be another credit card in your handbag?
To an extent I’m glad.
I watched you climb over the fence into the graveyard
And that’s the last time I saw you.