Freak

Dear Mother and Father, if you're reading this nowYou probably just got home from God Knows whereAnd Went into my room to tell meHow tired you both are and how tired I make you bothSeem to think, I'm a problem to solveBut I don't want to be this thing that has toStep over glass to prove, I'm not always wrongIt's not my fault I was bornI tried to tear off my own skin and only made you confusedWell, I am confused too; you act like you never use toHit me in anger, you broke my belief in any comfort or safety or sense of reliefYou, you called me a liar, you called me a thiefI better run for my life, I'd rather live in the streetYou never listened to me; you only hear what you want to hearRemember the dream that I told you I hadWith the old man with the jacket, that had a navy patchI pissed myself for a year; you said it's only a dreamYou have to grow up sometime; you have to be a man like meA man like you who sticks his head in the sand to disappearWho thinks the danger goes away, if you can't see the things you fearIf I could be a man like that I'd stay and force youTo ignore all of these burns on my skin, that you confuse with disciplineI won't destroy your illusion, destroy your mysticYou'll have to learn to live without one more unfortunate freakYou, You called me a loser, you called me sickI'd get more love in the street, get more affection sucking dickYou never listened to me; you only hear what you want to hearI will not take my own life to validate what you have doneWon't let the sins of the Father become those of the sonYou, you called me depressive, you called me weakYou're better off without the love of this unfortunate freakYou never listened to me; someone will listen to meSomeone will listen to meSomeone will…listen to meSomeone will listen to meSomeone will listen to meSomeone will listen to meSomeone will listen to meSomeone Will….