Nothing is right about the boy in this story,
his name shall remian nameless, this won't be boring
you see everything was wrong with him from the beginning
he lost it all from the start, couldn't even win from sinning
You see, how could it be that depression takes
away every part of your reflection, yet a segment of your heart breaks
who is this broken king behind those glass eyes?
who is this tragic hero that bears this lonely guise?
his mind is a firestorm; he wants to give up and
die, but on the other side, he just wants to fight
to not make it a lie that he could be better;
grapple the destiny of a broken home, shattered dreams, and feeling so alone.
Unlike his dad, who makes him so mad
that's its sad how bad trust fails even in blood
only the rage inside engages the ties that bind
only a million more mountains to climb, all for naught
knowing he'd be caught and should never have fought
Where is his light in this plight, no place in sight
No one really loves him, no one really cares,
they only want to hold him, to make sure he stays there.
Living your pathetic life only to find
that you were only a puppet the entire time
To make his own path, he must face the wrath
of every now-angry fool that laughed
behind his back in the past
the same ones that chain him down
he will blaze a trail, he's up to the task.
"I was so poor growing up, that if I wasn't born a boy, I wouldn't have had anything to play with." Rodney Dangerfield