Dec 29, 2005 18:41
I’ve heard this song
once before
by a little birdie that knocked on my door
lies, deceiving; I didn't want
to do wrong no more
and as his hand outstretched
I crashed
to the floor
"but daddy, its not my fault"
"oh yes it is! I don't need to guess"
"your name is mark david"
"you're blamed for all of the things that I mess"
his song
was one word
your wrong
wrong
wrong
I was wrong
When I did nothing but send
To a dreams everlasting friend
A stipend that you could be my best friend
if thats what you wanted
it was a dream
like the rest of my life
shouldn't all fathers and sons grow up like that too?
So long, don’t look back
I'll never return and you'll never see
With the fleetest of feet
I'll run away from you all
and turn into David
for all that you did to me
Let me break away from this chain
the keys to these handcuffs
unlock these doors
when is it my turn
dont you get it
No town can replace what it means to get burned
quick think fast
I've gotta react
I can't formulate my responses so quickly
I'll be dead before you realize
every day of your life you spent hurting me
but would you be shocked
if you found out who
The man was that got left
in a plume
Of smoke from your car
if he had
some foresight
to look into the future
to see whose god damn flesh he keeps cutting into
he would have seen
nothing.
He just kept driving
I didn’t deserve a last check
but if you bothered to look
in the rearview mirror
you'd see
he ran me over.
daddy ran me over
help me! I'm dying daddy!
You ran over your son and by your son, I mean me