Adema

True I wasn't there for you, Told me that I hurt you deeply,
too young to know what to do, 16 and I have no worries
When I saw that picture of you, I had to find the daughter I never knew
My abscess grows, I reap what I sew, these mistakes are my own, they'll tell you're not alone
Locked behind those bars of you, wish there was a way I could help,
too young to know what to do, lessons burn the point you've proven
This love is complicated and bruised, realize what makes me makes you
My abscess grows, I reap what I sew, these mistakes are my own, they'll tell you're not alone
Time to take it slow all this anger letting go, my child I long to hold all this anger
I know I'm not a lord, I was never a saint, gotta take what you got cuz I'm nothing you ain't