Father

What you could never be

A hero in the eyes of the boy

You couldn't see

Believe you'll make the ideology

Of a youth quite effectively

When you yourself

Are blinded by whats beneath

Father

I know we're very much alike

Both trying to find a place

To just feel alive

But mental abuse is still abuse

And you could use a bit of truth

That you are not a model man

From you I learned

How not to live