I can't believe that this could happen.
My family is shattered. Oh, what do I do?
I knew we had troubles but this isn't something anyone's used to.
The urges that some keep in the dark
my son has and it's torn us apart.
The skeletons kept in the closet are now public domain.
My wife won't even look at me the same way she thinks I'm insane.
All I want is to keep my family safe.
I never thought things could happen this way.
Who knew so much damage could be done from the inside?
Instead of manning up, my son takes the coward's way out and hides.
In the darkness of his room where my disgust for him still looms.
Where I'm trying to understand why he just couldn't be a man
and tell me he needed help, instead of putting our dog through Hell.
Because now he's dragged our family down. And I can still hear the sound,
the nervous crack in my wife's voice, making the conscious choice
between her husband and her son, and just like a loaded gun
when she pulled the trigger, I snapped back, and so I began pack
all my things and leave from here, leave behind what I held most dear.
The memories of holding my son, so proud of the man he'd become
But that's dissolved over the years and I've got left are these tears.
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