Sometimes you say things you dont really mean
Now and then you notice things you've never really seen
You sit down and wonder bout the things that could've been
But you never stick or stay around, you always turn away
You are my father
I called you dad
You punched me in the gut!
Told me I was fat!
Occasionally you make my life just that much harder
Sometimes you manage to push me just a little farther
You never think about what it means to really be my father
So you put me down and stay around to see how much ill cry
Rip you apart, I should, Rip out your heart, I will!
Carve out a start, I need, To be a part, Of you!
I loved you to pieces
My hero at home
You locked me in my room
Dark, cold and alone
Always beating down on me over trivial matters
Laughing all the time while my mind shatters
I want to die, nothing else really matters
Who care's about a future, or what could've been..
This is a story
For it I'm to blame
Son of the Bastard!
I am his shame..