I can only do so much...
The time we had was just too short.
I couldn't help myself, or save my own soul.
Now my body is cold, and I'll never see the light again.
Your angry, that I know.
Foresaken family matters turned your heart into coal.
Though you were never around when I needed you.
I loved you all the same, like family should.
In the end, that was my downfall.
One bottle of alcohol to many.
It allows me to think about my life in a way.
I can see how frostbitten cattle die once there useless.
Becoming a lamb to the slaughter, is that all I am to you?
If I am your son, why do you cuss at me?
If I am your world, why do you say I am a horrible friend?
If I am your pride, and joy... why do you push me away?
The truth can give sway to hopes, and dreams.
Then again it leads to defeat, and the loss of all hope.
Like last night when you said I sleep all day...
It's because I am tired, and weary of my life.
Like you said I am a horrible friend.
I have been there where others left me to rot.
You say I whine, and complain.
Yet I clean the house, cook the food, and praise you.
So I die from the lies, the deceit.
You took away something we held value, and threw it to the ground.
So why I am here now?
Is it that I have too be... for you?
Should I ever have that chance to fall in love, and raise a family?
I believe I could very well be better than you by being there.
Women caught your eye, and at the time I could've matter eyes.
Yet you cast me away, along with your mother...
Yet when she is gone, I have to rely on you...
What a foolish choice I have made... to rely on the one who was never there.
Barely helped me in my childhood.
Barely bought me clothing, and fed me.
So now what to do, give up and run?
Or take my last breath, and march onto death?
The time we had was just too short.
I couldn't help myself, or save my own soul.
Now my body is cold, and I'll never see the light again.
Your angry, that I know.
Foresaken family matters turned your heart into coal.
Though you were never around when I needed you.
I loved you all the same, like family should.
In the end, that was my downfall.
One bottle of alcohol to many.
It allows me to think about my life in a way.
I can see how frostbitten cattle die once there useless.
Becoming a lamb to the slaughter, is that all I am to you?
If I am your son, why do you cuss at me?
If I am your world, why do you say I am a horrible friend?
If I am your pride, and joy... why do you push me away?
The truth can give sway to hopes, and dreams.
Then again it leads to defeat, and the loss of all hope.
Like last night when you said I sleep all day...
It's because I am tired, and weary of my life.
Like you said I am a horrible friend.
I have been there where others left me to rot.
You say I whine, and complain.
Yet I clean the house, cook the food, and praise you.
So I die from the lies, the deceit.
You took away something we held value, and threw it to the ground.
So why I am here now?
Is it that I have too be... for you?
Should I ever have that chance to fall in love, and raise a family?
I believe I could very well be better than you by being there.
Women caught your eye, and at the time I could've matter eyes.
Yet you cast me away, along with your mother...
Yet when she is gone, I have to rely on you...
What a foolish choice I have made... to rely on the one who was never there.
Barely helped me in my childhood.
Barely bought me clothing, and fed me.
So now what to do, give up and run?
Or take my last breath, and march onto death?
