Daddy II; 28 October 2006

I've returned to wanting to kill you
Secrets been told; lies been unfold
I realized you don't know
What I've been through
And yet you were there all along
Claiming to be some gift of God
You were the fault of every wrong
Now when I think of you
It's a cold, angry song
And you're lucky you're alive
and so undeserving
I'm not alone in my anger
and that thought should be unnerving.
From the start you were protected
But your soul is cracked and defected.
It was too late, too late,
SO LATE.
So do away with yourself
For yours and our sake