Butcher's Hook - Arthur Beatrice

The youth that has pondered

Are throwing back up

The burdens of children

Who just had to stop

So righteous beside us

But knowing all bounds

There’s limits that cap me

All knees to the ground

I never tell

There’s nothing wrong

We’ll have to ignore

All the things that i’ve done

I never tell

There’s nothing wrong

There’s something inside me

That just won’t belong

Choking on the breath that held you hoping for one more

And i’ll be regrown

Learning of the bitter things that bind you to the floor

Bruised and enthralled

Guilty when not feeling

Guilty at all

Just tease that we’ll hold us

So deep and in awe

Deciding so wildly

That giving us thought

And all that remains

Are the things i’ve been taught

Holding up and holding back from what we feel we saw

Knowing that we’re still intact but growing ever coarse

In despair

Ever near

At the end

Choking on the breath that held you hoping for one more

And i’ll be regrown

Learning of the bitter things that bind you to the floor

Bruised and enthralled

I never tell

I never tell

I never tell

I never tell