Among other things he once failed to uderstand,
Is,
That your mistakes affect more than the man.
That its not you, filled with grief.
When they show your body to your momma, dead cold and stiff....
That lying isnt the solution,
It Does nothing but fasten your execution.
Yet, before the question is made,
The answer is born without delay.
Their hopes riding on your honesty
"I'm sure he's not lying, well hopefully"
I mean he, will never be, the father that he remembered his father to be.
Even if it's a charade for everyone but him.
His shortcomings always crash his self esteem.
Outlook on the future looks nothing but grim.
Who else to blame but him?
His Decisions killed hopes of a better tomorrow
He barely has dreams now and theyre filled
with sorrow.
His heart nothing but a shell: hollow.
But His brain's potential will remain untapped.
Should have won the whole race, still stuck on the first lap.
Yet Words of Praise are being thrown with intent to kill...
The modicum of cofidence he held onto still.
Not an ounce of sanity left in him.
Blinded by the chemicals and nature he seems....
To forget about the words he so casually spews.
Always the wrong option when it's time to choose.
Like trying to hammer logic by using screws.
He's on the deep end of the pool,
Thinking "I'm fine" the deluded fool.
Has lost the war without getting hit once.
Is like his mind has been put on a trance.
And he just can't waste another chance
To ruin their future together.
Nothing he does ever makes things better.
The lifestyle of choice is gonna kill him
Her heart has wounds, and he didn't bother to heal them....
Outside he smiles, he cries when the doors close.
Feeling all the remorse.
Of turning a fairy tale... into much worse...
Of course,
The future is but a corpse.
