I remember life, before…

The crack in the pavement glows with unseen grace
A sermon of echoes in the concrete embrace
The rust on the railing whispers ancient themes
A tapestry woven from forgotten dreams
(A tapestry woven from forgotten dreams)

Light bends in the gutter
A prism of grime
Refracting the sorrow
Of relentless time
The rain’s tone sings
To the shattered glass
Each droplet a verse
In the hymn of the past
(Each droplet a verse in the hymn of the past)

There’s splendor in ruins
In the quiet decay
A truth we misplace as we stumble away

I remember life before I was Laura
But I am not allowed to talk about it
I don’t know why I bring it up
Well, he reminds me
I hate that he reminds me
I hate him
I don’t know when he will go away
I’d rather not play with him anymore
I don’t want to play when he is around
Sometimes he looks like he wants to be nice
Sometimes he’s really sweet
But I know it’s always to set me up
For something bad for me
He is bad for me
He would be bad for anyone