Here's The Predicament

I tell the little girl who lives inside me Not to cry There is a place For those tears And I've tried to work it out Holding her fears at bay With medication throughout the years The perameters of acceptance For the sins Committed against her Have reached their limit And now In spite of The Forgivenes We are up against a wall So tired of falling down It is too high to climb For that would take a lifetime And we have already seen Half of ours go to pot So The thing to do At this point Is to just hang pretty pictures on it And lean alot.