Nightmare...

No where to turn.
Memories of pictures that I burn.
Pictures of me and you.
Memories of everything that I've been through.
You deny everything that you've done.
You deny the fact that you killed your son.
Yeah, your sons dead.
He died when you left him in the back of your head.
You drank him to death.
I had to lay him down to rest.
I said a prayer for him.
Clean the blood off of his skin.
So here I stand.
Not as a boy, but as a man.
You can't stand to see me.
Your son can't stand to be me.
He wants to love you.
But I won't let him after everything you put him through.
Pictures bring me back then.
Pictures make me die all over again.
I hate that life we lived.
I hated being a kid.
Your son raised your daughters.
And after that you sent him to be slaughtered.
You killed him the most brutal way.
After that he didn't have much to say.
So when you talk, there's silence.
All because of his history of violence.
Mental damage is all that's left behind.
It lingers in the back of my mind.
I'm stuck with the memories of it all.
He's stuck with the dreams of watching you fall.
I watched you as you fell.
Then you dragged your son to hell.
Budweiser over your son.
And you still deny everything that you've done.
You just had to look out for number one.
Well thanks mom I needed that.
Now I can't bring any of it back.
I can't change my past.
I have to live with it all.
Somedays I wish I wasn't born.
Then my childhood wouldn't be tattered and torn.
I try to live my life like I should.
You did the best you could.
But that wasn't good enough.
You don't now rough.
Rough is getting beat every other day.
Just because of something you say.
Something.
Anything.
You live your life in silence.
If you don't, get ready for violence.
That's it.
And I have to admit.
You weren't ever there.
So don't say your life's a nightmare...