Oh joy. Mom and Dad.
The two friends that I never had.
All caught up in their own shit
and looking to silence me with a hit.
Mom with a belt and Dad with a pipe
when even when it was a little gripe.
Mom ran away a long, long time ago
and Dad just lets the pain fade real fucking slow.
The dream of love, the life of pain.
looking at it all, I'm sure their both insane.
For the both have left me here to die
without even a tear in their bloodshot eye.
For now all I wanna do is lie and bleed
leaving nothing but a carpet stain of need.
Fuck them both, they just don't care
Because I know pop's is just worried about is hair.
I don't wanna grow old
and treat my children so cold.
To not even hug or hold
My only son when I get old.
I know we all through bad times
but not when they play these petty love crimes.
Crimes of Passion, Crimes of pain
For I hope they hear this and go insane.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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