Bastard

I remember just the best of you, like the beatings and bruises you gladly through. and when it came down for mental support a blatant strike was how you would resort. tell me what I have done wr
O deserve pain so strong. havent I proven your pride or just a loser in your eyes? so what in the truth is to expect from you after being so abused, so comfused? but thats alright because it onl
Ws that all you had to offer were a few low blows. where did I do you wrong? when have I done you wrong? I know you wish I never existed. showing destain you never resisted. a real father figure
Never showed. just emptiness is all I knew. tell me where did I go wrong? was I when I was first born? I could never be your son for all the damage that youve done. where did I do you wrong? whe
E I failed to show that I can only hold such wrong... sorry about the html but I'm too damn lazy to erase it.