Last Pieces

in this final dedication
i dedicate this to my life
war torn memories
of my father and me
always close
but seemed apart
what he didn't want
and what i didn't want
we got seperated
by painful cause

it's not even that i care
or seem to know
but if you want to show
your true feelings
are starting to detach
my morals and your morals
always seemed so different
yet we never seemed to disagree

i grow up and you leave
always talking about
if my son is gonna grow up
he's isn't gonna grow up around me
i tell you this much
i was confused
but i guess that all of your abuse
has left a mark on my concious
and now as i follow
the footsteps of the dearly departed

i have grown into a teen
and yet all that seems clean
is starting to corrupt
and i can't seem to get away from it all
but it doesn't help that i face it
if i don't want to
i don't have to
yet i follow the footsteps of the dearly departed

i smoke and i drink
too take the pain away
but yet as i do
all of these things
never fade away
i always remember
the hurt and the torment
but i can't escape it

mother died yesterday
stress has caused it such
and all of this pain and torment
it's feeling all too much
and if i try to run away
the pain it runs with me
and i can't try to fix
what is happening to me

i've grown into a man
a fine one at that
i followed my fathers footsteps
and yet i always turn back
i am stuck in a war of turmoil
and lust
fixated on hateful things
the feelings all too much

if you saw what is in these eyes
a pain of my father creeds
you should see the otherside
a faulty side of me
i can't turn back the hands of time
but i try to stay away
and yet the pain it follows me
day through day through day