"Stop it Dad I'm not a child"
He just doesn't understand...

You ask me how i am feeling,
And my answer remains the same...

So what am i supposed to do
I am dead sick of being tormented by you...

Everyday is just a repeat,
A mimic of ones before...

Love can leave you broken
Love can remove your soul...

Shattered dreams and tear stained eyes,
Words so repetitive and weak...

Oh Sweet, Candy Pants,
Let this moment be our last...

Each day i pretend I'm happy,
Like theres nothing wrong with me...

Inside she is empty,
Cold as ice below...

You swore her soul to secrecy,
You condemned her heart to cry...

You gave yourself away,
To alcohol, gangs and drugs...

A knife so sharp and deadly
Can empower even the strong...