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Goodbye

Will never follow your ways, your sorrow, your hate  
Questions will grow from the seed we breed  
One day will come like Monday  
Our seed will need explain why you lie when you breathe  

So, as time goes on and I patiently wait in vain  
I attempt navigate the process of your brain  
To find answers that may simply explain  
How you pass the nights looking into the eyes  
Of what we both played a part to create  

At your hands—the ones he trusts—  
You took his normality away  
Intense desire to divide, separate  
Your love for him not enough to overcome your hate  

With those same hands comfort a child  
That has seen the world once bright yellow, now a dull grey  
Do you feel truth to the excuse you say  
To this little boy's face  
Knowing it is you that has made his world a darker place  

Back at the start with the heart at this pace  
And it beating and it brings up memories  
And my head kicks in, manifests to  
I don't want to write shit like this. No more.  
I shouldn't have to write this in the first place  
It's so righteous and it hurts—wait  
I don't want to write shit like this. No more.  
I shouldn't have to write this in the first place  
It's so righteous and it hurts—wait  
And it hurts—wait  

Methods of my resurrection  
Now my madness  
My words mark the damage  
You managed to manifest  

2am most nights become dark times to be alive  
Waking, gasping for air  
Screaming this isn’t fair  
Asking for this—all this—to be imagined  

I have never felt this kind of helpless sadness  
When you're someone’s light  
Their actual lantern erased from them  
As if you were magic  

I can hear him asking  
Why his dad is not coming to grab him  
In my mind's eye  
I imagine his confusion  
As to why his dad has just vanished  

Thoughts of his sadness become  
Anthrax on this terrorist's napkin  
Both of us are victims to her madness  
My head feels like shredded cabbage  

Most nights become dark times to be alive  
Most nights become dark times to be alive  
That will have me in chains  
Her game plan forever changed  

Pacing back and forth  
Ranting to an empty room  
Brain waves concur a million ways  
I will make you understand  
What it really feels like  
To be under the hands of a man  

Bitch, I’m coming for my son  
Excuses are not answers  
I’m done with asking  
I am demanding  

Yeah, and as this is happening  
I’m having flashbacks  
Of when I myself was that kid  
As quick as the madness  
That flashes through my mind  
There was ration  

I begin to imagine  
Looking at his mum through his eyes  
The eyes that I look at my own mother through  
Roles reversed  
My own words would say:  

I could not care what mum’s done  
Would never be excuse enough  
For anyone to lay their hands to  
Let I go of my pain  
Imagined through to when you are like twenty-two  

This very moment  
Will be only a memory in time  
And all too soon  
You will be able to fathom what happened  
The standard that I set here  
Will be what I expect from you  



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