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a new way of looking at... writings >> sean honea >> holes |
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Make me a picture to cover the hole. Patch up the wall, can you mend what you break. The tape and spackle are in the garage... waiting for you. To patch up wall, father patch up the wall. Another nite of hell. Another time of fear. Morning again. What happenend here? A few plates broken -that's okay. i'm sure we can fix it, again More holes in the wall, broken glass in the yard, A few tables broken-- have you seen the dog? Don’t worry sir, we can pick up the trash And live by your promise that this was the last time again... So, patch up the wall, Can you mend what you break? Patch up the wall, can you cover your mistakes? Hide it behind a picture frame, Why bother with spackle, we won’t complain So you patched up the wall, But can you patch me up too Those Holes that you started are killing me too Brother left home the other day, don’t know when he’ll return.. Don’t know if you even care don’t care if you even try Why are you so angry all of the time Another question if you don’t mind, I’m sorry I wasting all your time But, why did you have to put you fist through the wall I sure it deserved it, and it’s not your fault And did that stud hurt when you couldn’t break through? I’m sure you shut it up good, and you shut me up too Whatever did the damn thing do to you? So patch the wall Father, Patch up the wall Patch up the wall but can you patch me up too? |