"Tightly Wrapped"
written by The Scorpion
(Copyright March 1 1999)



Strangley accompanied by it, wrapped with warmth of safety and security
And turned away from the disaster into the arms of my own sad reality
Comfort where you would last expected to be, but you still end up there
Eyes dims to look closely at the vision, while my heart has been aware
Welcome it inside of me, embrace this part of it, where it leads me to insanity
Its a prisoner of it, can't escape when it was bitten with vicous brutality
I hold closely tight to this thought, and while others see it gets the best of me
Fear of its screams to help me, but it ignores the truth so sad becomes the rest of me
Into the hands of pain, the arms of sorrow, and the body of temptation
Follow dreams, wishful thinking, and now I'm smirk at it with agravation
Sucked into its dreams of a state of my own depression, fight my own aggression
Leave the problems behind, but I face with head high but my heart keeps stress'n
Pain laughs and smile at me, takes a chunk and a part of me everytime it hear cries
But cleans my soul and I soon get better, but to know I saw it, face with many why's
Grabbing with so many sides of me, it just knows where to squeeze and release
Can't be at ease, when my heart piece is missing but I can smile now atleast
Take you back, 8 years of age, like a rat cage with no escape but rage
It wasn't a phase, tracks of tears on my face, erase the pain of many lonely days
Times that were a waste of wishing, grace with the presence of it when it stays
To be the pain I race to the finish line to finish the maze, but leaves me in a daze
Of my own confusion, love isn't my contribution, pain is my attribution
Mind keeps on losing, and still confusing of the times of my heart was refusing
I'm trapped in these wrapped arms of my pain, but I've escaped before just need time
Leaves me blind, dust behind, rewind to the begining and it repeats the same line
Broken record, just give me time, life's a treasure to hold, but pain isn't nothing to hold
Soon the truth will unfold and that's when I face the nights and days that were cold
A friend said, that angel on your shoulder lost its grace, and it disappear
Never really left, just choice a path that was a rout to take when I face fear
Realize that took a wrong turn in my life, but soon they'll be another path to follow
But meanwhile I'm wrapped in these arms to comfort me to face whatever happens tomorrow
Wallow in the wet memories, but smile at the happy thoughts of you, and I lose the sorrow
For you are my comfort zone, chipping at me like a sparrow, but to smile I have to borrow
I smirk with the pleasant feeling of being happy with my life, and reality is my enemy
Ask God, question God, looking to God, praying to God, almost to close to Blasphemy
I said it before, he understands, only a man can substains so much hurt in a lifetime
But the question leaves me to keep on guessing, to I enjoy it, because I'm use to it
My mind is sane, heart lost control, feeling shattered, my life I'm losing it
Hurt bruised it, abused it, was 8 years of age, when I felt so much pain
It stains my heart of a teardrop, as a reminder of my life that still remain
8 years old
No one to hold
Tears of the moon
Sighs of my sad tune
Painful nights I lived
Wrapped into something I gived
Into the arms of my many comforts
Please, don't let go, because it hurts



THE END . . . .