Poison Pen Letter (Knuckle Puck)

Once a young boy enamored by the things that you gave me Now a young man you wouldn’t try Cause all you turned out to be was a fallacy That I outgrew quickly With a busted hand and a bad knee, the patterns ossify Your sorrow’s magnified The culprit will be tried I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand To self-reflect on the coward Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus Something I don’t believe in So now I’m self medicated to block out everything Including walls you built around me And I’ve been dodging demons as a past time At this point I’m not even sure if I’m alright You couldn’t find time You'll never find time I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand To self-reflect on the coward Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus Something I don’t believe in I’m not sad, I’m through sulking I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling I’m not sad, I’m through sulking I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling I’m not sad, I’m through sulking I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling I’m not sad, I’m through sulking I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand To self-reflect on the coward Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus Something I don’t believe in