Open up deep inside
new to this life, left behind by the scars in his mind.
there is no reason for doubt.
When you get the cheap clothing all washed and worn out.
See my father's a fake, like his massive son proud, makes me shout.
what about, all these signs making clear that I'm right.
got no father in figure, wanna shoot him on sight.
Makes me feel more unwanted than an unwanted child, Free my mind.
Smoking pot to relax, open up, kill the voice deep inside.
there is no reason for doubt.
When you get the cheap clothing all washed and worn out.
See my father's a fake, like his massive son proud, makes me shout.
what about, all these signs making clear that I'm right.
got no father in figure, wanna shoot him on sight.
Makes me feel more unwanted than an unwanted child, Free my mind.
Smoking pot to relax, open up, kill the voice deep inside.
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| AcidCortex: | Vrijdag, maart 27, 2015 23:40 |
| I used to feel like this, I felt very insecure for who I was and why things went like they did. I put the blame on my father and created an image wich I regret since the day I took notice of my own mistakes, my own faillures. I got stuck in my own head, fell into a spiral and took my own conclusions. I was wrong, very wrong. To my father: Know that I love you very much and know that will never change. I admire you more than anything in the world. It gives me so much joy to call you my dad. Love, You're youngest son. |
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| trucker klaas: | Dinsdag, november 18, 2014 05:08 |
| So sad , a false start in life.... | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 november 2014 | ||
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