Someone Purer

I was gripped with a bitter fear,

Worried the one thing that I loved,

Back when I was just a kid,

Might now never be enough,

That the body I was in,

Might belong to someone else, someone kinder, someone surer, someone

Innocent,

Young and beautiful, someone purer.



I was scratching at my skin,

Hoping the changes would begin,

But what layed beneath was blind, would've caused

What the hell was I thinking of?

Won't you take me down to the creek?

Wash away our sins and sleep, I feel so tired

As though I might not wake at all on the other side

That's no way to goa