triggers

How are you qualified
You never wanted love
Your head isn't right
Your head isn't right

Children don't change
Parent's grow old
Your head isn't right
Your head isn't right

But are the triggers too strong
Are the ones you feared so wrong
Is there any light
If i were to go
Would your own ever know
Anything of my light

The pages will burn
You could never get over yourself
I hope your writing never sells
That all the books on your shelf are forgotten in every way
And i was never that bad
But it's inherent in all that I am