Surface...

Everything that you ever told me was a lie.
I was stupid enough to never question why.
You said that you would quit drinking.
And now your world is sinking.
Your son is gone.
You don't know where you went wrong.
Lies after lies.
Your son is no longer here, he died.
Everything has changed.
You still find it strange.
You can't find him anywhere.
Look around, but he isn't there.
Look in my eyes.
Look at the place where your son has died.
Keep looking around.
But he is nowhere to be found.
Call his name.
Play your game.
You call out for him.
Say that he lives in my skin.
But he isn't here.
I thought I made that clear.
Your bruised son had died.
And you don't even question why.
Another hollow memory is sewn into my skin.
And all of a sudden I'm lost within.
Your son has died.
You weren't the one that cried.
You weren't aware of his death.
Weren't aware that I laid him down to rest.
Years go by and he's still gone.
Can't figure out where you went wrong.
Dreams is where your son lives now.
And I don't know why or how.
I wish he would die completely.
And leave me.
You can't see what's not on the surface.
You can't undo what you didn't do on purpose.
These dreams hit me hard.
They push me so far.
They live in my dreams.
They die in my silent screams.
They are my nightmares theme's.
You can't kill what you didn't create.
You can't touch what isn't on the surface...