I see my life, laid out on the floor.
My blood around my lame body.
I'm not sure whether i belong here anymore, so i slowly drift away.
I don't feel any pain, just the idea of you screaming makes me laugh.
Your voice seems so distant now, i wish i could tell you one more time that your not my father.
Your just a person i once idolized.
Now i realize that your ideas about life, arn't as true as i once thought.
