Growing up with blood like you is impossible to grasp
Now Im older, never around, yet you continue to ask me why Im
Never around, turn a cold shoulder
Your bullshits getting older and older
Harder to swallow, I cant suppress the hate inside my chest
Never good enough for a spot in the family tree
Beat and bruise and shun me, now its your turn to see
No more holding back this rage, choking on my words
Now you can see all the suffering you put me through
Now you want me back you all can go fuck yourselves
Father, family
Are just empty fucking words
All you do is beat me down then wonder why Im not around
Dont wanna hear this guilty pull I wont be at your funeral