I’m from Saskatoon and Dalmany

from times better left unsaid

from cages and pain, blood flowing from veins

and memories that dont have a name

I’m from footsteps in the hallway and shadows at the door

from hospital visits, the blade on the floor.

I’m from meth pipes and coke, that one final smoke

From too young escorts for lust

and times too broken to trust

I’m from the darkness that lays inside every man when he lies

I’m from the places society hides

and that moment you realize… your too tired to cry

When the sting of their hands on your skin make you wish you were dead

Im from times better left unsaid