Chapter 7 | Mountain Top
Notches
i imagined
every year with you
notched on a tree
counting time
for building memories
but you cut the tree down
i imagined
every year with you
notched on a tree
counting time
for building memories
but you cut the tree down
build a fire
and burned me at the stake
for every hour
i disappointed
You
do you hear
the din in my tone
not willing to
leave me alone
give me guilt trips
over a cross that isn’t mine to shed
as i laid there in bed
as a child
build a fire
and burned me at the stake
for every hour
i disappointed
You
do you hear
the din in my tone
not willing to
leave me alone
give me guilt trips
over a cross that isn’t mine to shed
as i laid there in bed
as a child
