Can you even hear him?
Or do you block him out?
Afraid of what he could say
That would make you feel so proud...
Do you even try now?
To let him in your 'house'?
Or do you lie afraid of all the pain
You left him in, on the ground...
I picked up all those pieces
I put him in my heart
Showed him what he could be
Without a father like you to break apart
The dreams he made in his mind
To keep his mind off of you
Never being good enough
Was the best he could ever do...
Are you proud of yourself Christy?
For humiliating him at night?
Or is their guilt in the empty corners
Of what you created for yourself to fight...
Did you remember to get him clothing?
Or did it not matter that they never fit?
BECAUSE HE STILL WEARS SHOES WITHOUT ANY SOLES
He can't accept what's best for him!!!!
I did the best I could then...
Before the life drained from his eyes...
He died in my arms, you son of a bitch!!!
My daughter lost her daddy last night!!!
Why did you break his spirit?
I hope you live his life in Hell
Because when you get there, you'll see what you've done
And I hope it kills you for Eternity, as well...