I guess you thought it would be fun
To make your pain into a game for someone.
I guess you didn't realize
How hurt and lies would color all our lives.
What you did to, so residual, my yesterday.
What will I do to my tomorrow?
Will I take on, for forsaken,
my father's ways and I could draw my own blood's blood?
I sometimes lie awake at dawn,
Though wrong, love him now he's dead and gone.
The part that loves him aches inside.
In deep it lies next to the the scars I hide.
I forgave you when I gave you my wild eyed childhood.
How do I fill my empty doors and frames?
How do I get, born of his spit, wise and mild?
When did all the colors run gray?
My life is gray, when will I see day?