I'm sitting here not thinking twice,
Would I be the 1 lost if I was to pick up that knife?
Would I be the 1 to blame after this fight?
He stares at me and only hurts me with his eyes,
Killing me with my fears he stands so tall.
I judge him by his smile and the way he acts,
This man is no battle, He shows no courage when he talks.
He says I won't secede,
He controls my life,
This man is nothing but a waste in gods eye.
I dare him to swing again,
Let him bring more pain,
Pain is only felt and can not take it all away.
He expects me to call him father,
He tells me he's my idol,
when in reality this man shows nothing of what I want to grow up like.
I could sit in my room and not think twice,
and I could be the 1 lost if I pick up this knife,
But this man is going to die,
When I become the 1 to pick up his knife.
