[Frederick]
When I was nine
I learned survival--
Taught myself not to care
I was my single good companion
Taking my comfort there
Up in my room
I planned my conquests--
On my own
Never asked for a helping hand
No one would understand
I never asked the pair who fought below
Just in case they said no
Pity the child who has ambition--
Knows what he wants to do
Knows that he'll never fit the system
Others expect him to
Pity the child who knew his parents--
Saw their faults
Saw their love die before his eyes
Pity the child that wise
He never asked, "Did I cause your distress?"
Just in case they said yes
When I was twelve my father moved out--
Left with a whimper, not with a shout
I didn't miss him, he made it perfectly clear
I was a fool and probably queer
Fool that I was, I thought this would bring
Those he had left closer together
She made her move
The moment he crawled away--
I was the last the woman told
She never let her bed get cold--
Someone moved in, I shut my door
Someone to treat her
Just the same way as before
I took the road of least resistance
I had my game to play
I had the sk**, and more, the hunger--
Easy to get away
Pity the child with no such weapons
No defence
No escape from the ties that bind
Always a step behind
I never called to tell her all I'd done
I was only her son
Pity the child, but not forever
Not if he stays that way
He can get all he ever wanted
If he's prepared to pay
Pity instead the careless mother--
What she missed, what she lost
When she let me go
I wonder does she know?
I wouldn't call--
A crazy thing to do
Just in case she said who