I guess you thought it would be fun to make your pain into A game for someone. I guess You didn't realize how hurt And lies would color all our Lives. What you did to, so Residual, my yesterday. What Will I do to my tomorrow? Will I take on, for forsaken, My father's ways and I could Draw my own blood's blood? I Sometimes lie awake at dawn, Though wrong, love him now He's dead and gone. The part That loves him aches inside. In deep it lies next to the The scars I hide. I forgave You when i gave you my wild Eyed childhood. How ddo I Fill my empty doors and frames? How do i get, born of His spit, wise and mild? When Did all the colors run grey? My life is gray, when will I see day?