Broken Son

Another broken son from a broken home

Another troubled youth with nowhere to go

You're no more a man than I am your child

You're just another crook with a crooked smile

Who do you think you are

Tearing my family apart?

I will not call you father

Don't you call me son

You are no father and I'm no fool to what you've done

You're a snake in the grass

Don't play the martyr with a murderous past

I used to call that house my home

You're not welcome here; give up the ghost

The memories we made before that man destroyed everything

My father held me in that room

But my mother's eyes were fixed on you

Leave well enough alone

Another broken son from a broken home

I've become a man despite you

Another troubled youth, but I'll make it through

Violent and angry

I am the way you made me

And I'll never be the same

But I'm better off that way

So, tell me, was your fling worth it?

Does he make you feel alive?

Do you see the face of my father when you look in my eyes?

Can you look in my eyes?

Another broken son from a broken home

Another troubled youth, with nowhere to go

I've become a man despite you

Another troubled youth, but I'll make it through

I'll make it through