2009-04-20
Dad & I
I won't eat for you And I won't sleep for you and I can't trust you And I'm so tired, you won't fight I'm too heavy and you're too light The truth be told that you fit the mold For the hate I hold will knock you over Burn up your face And I take over this hurtful place Dad and I The creep embodied behind shifty eyes Treats much discomfort with your petty lies So I'll just sit here and take up space Just rea*sure me, it's a hurtful place Dad and I