Victim's Family File Cabinet
..and stuck into categories we never made defined in ways we never imagined shaped by the words we meant not to say made into something we never were filed into cabinets and quickly forgotten only remembered when time is of essence accused by the pointing fingers we point judgement made on faulty assumptions look around, look away i can't see the light of day don't you ever wonder why it's gone, much too far privacy inside a jar i don't understand the reasons we continue to live our lives as we do misunderstood and lonely kid ourselves with things we think teetering on the brink