Poison Pen Letter - Knuckle Puck

Once a young boy enamored by the things that you gave me

Now a young man you wouldn’t try

Cause all you turned out to be was a fallacy

That I outgrew quickly

With a busted hand and a bad knee, the patterns ossify

Your sorrow’s magnified

The culprit will be tried

I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand

To self-reflect on the coward

Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me

You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus

Something I don’t believe in

So now I’m self medicated to block out everything

Including walls you built around me

And I’ve been dodging demons as a past time

At this point I’m not even sure if I’m alright

You couldn’t find time

You’ll never find time

I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand

To self-reflect on the coward

Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me

You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus

Something I don’t believe in

I’m not sad, I’m through sulking

I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling

I’m not sad, I’m through sulking

I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling

I’m not sad, I’m through sulking

I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling

I’m not sad, I’m through sulking

I’m not breaking, I’m not buckling

I’ll gather fragments in the palm of my hand

To self-reflect on the coward

Who took the opportunity to turn their back on me

You left me standing there all alone praying to a Jesus

Something I don’t believe in