Dear Writer

It’s a September afternoon

The start of chapter one

No place for a clean slate

Had to be already hovered by tragedy

In this crooked cradle

From the beginning wondered

Would It have been different if your pen had a brighter color

 

Chorus

So Dear Writer

Tell me who should be blamed

Is it the one that holds the strings

Or the puppets that fall from them

 

Tell me who should be blamed

The parents, the teachers, the students

Or the pretty broken walls all around

Kissed by God, blessed by Satan

 

2nd verse

It’s the back-to-school month

Nothing makes it better

No pink skirt, no flowery shoes

It’s the homely ache known so well

 

But they’ll play everyone’s game

The only one they can

They’ll ignore the breath of shame

The wine breath they won’t scan

They’ll ignore the heavy hand

After all they can’t love them like they do

 

Chorus

So Dear Writer

Tell me who should be blamed

Is it the one that holds the strings

Or the puppets that fall from them

 

Tell me who should be blamed

The parents, the teachers, the students

Or the pretty broken walls all around

Kissed by God, blessed by Satan

 

 

Bridge

And as the phone rings

And as the doors bang

And as the screams get louder

 

And as the rooms shrink

And as the hands get heavy

And as the thoughts get louder

 

They can’t be ignored anymore

Discomfort became their only friend

 

 

It’s better to feel pain than nothing at all

So if that´s all they’ll know

That’s all they’ll know

 

If it is pain, it will be pain

 

Will this have closure or an open ending