Lay the Blame
Openly Grimace at the Horrors that Lie In these Walls
If Silence represents Loneliness..It'd say Nothing at All
a Childs Call..In an Orphanage that Crowds beyond Belief
cannot be Repaired by Thee..so he Sits & Grinds his Teeth
The Parents
just the Youngest little Boy..Abandoned & Forgotten after Birth
left to Fend for hiself..Maybe get a little something from this Earth
thats if I Deserve..to Live..Abortion is a Misery you had to Give
but these "Parents" were too damn Coward to even give a Shit
so they Split..run outta the Hospital..Proabably started a New Life
away from their son..or should i say better as known as More Strife
but in Time..the Hands that be will Decide if there's Forgiveness
see in my Mind..they've already Forgotten bout there old Business
Defenceless..I look Tough on the Outside but I'm Soft to the Core
when I think of My Problems..it Doesn't just Rain..It Pours
Mental Sours that Scour my Life & could never be the Same
see somehow in my Mind..I have to Pick someone & Lay the Blame
Myself
My Thoughts tell me its the Parents Wrong but my Heart tells the Truth
Sheer Proof..coz I hate everythin about myself from Finger to Tooth
i Reach out to You..but Emotions are a Feeling I struggle to Broadcast
but if its Hate, Anguishment & Regret you Want..I hold those feelings Vast
a Coal Miners Past..its always Gonna Catch up w/ me & Decide my Death
coz the feeling of Not being Loved..stayed w/ me in my First & last Breath
I do nuttin but Detest..its like never seeing the Sun..forever in Darkness
if I ever tried to enter the Light..I'd end up w/ Views of a Marxist
try to Embark in This..throw my Past outta he window..Open a new Dawn
but I find myself at the Start..Of a Death I have yet to Mourn
it Sounds Stupid to the Reader..but i Still Hear it Again, Again & Again
so just to Finally stop the Voices..On Myself I totally Lay the Blame
So in God I trust to take Care of an Adult w/ Child at Heart
to not look at the Bad things I've done but to Split my Bad Apart
& to Chart..all the things that went Wrong..take me in your Arms
coz if my Lifeline could tell a Story..I'd have a Novel in My Palms