Copyright L0stKydz, all rights reserved [Intro] [Verse] Families feelin estranged, from the pain that I caused… Being taught, I'm supposed to right their wrongs… So I closed my eyes to the rifts that were forming… We all tried to lie. But inside, we were fearing what would come… I might not be the perfect son or person… I just want others to know I’m not perfect; I’m a man whose hate got in the way of his emotions… With one eye closed, he's shutting out the world again.... [Instrumental] [Chorus] I want to yell! And cry! Scream! It’s alright… But we both know that those memories are long gone… But the lies that I’ve conceived, to hold you here with me, tell me- THAT- I'm wrong… If my thoughts won’t let me be, then what’s there left for me? In a family, I once called -my own… Tell me I should! Tell me I should! Tell me I should do- (Better…) [Instrumental] [Verse] A part of me wants to say I don’t care… But I can’t escape the emotions lingering in here… I might as well say what I keep wanting to show outside… [Instrumental] I’m still that little boy at heart. Missing his dad, wondering why he was gone. But I grew up without him, I didn’t need him, cause all those feelings died out… When you brought him back, it wasn’t for my sister or me. Your son or your daughter… You needed to feel a love you couldn’t receive from her or from me… A little touch, a bit of physical love, -parenthood wasn’t enough… [Instrumental] (But when I was down and I needed you?) (Pleading, where was the mother before?) (Who is that woman closing the door? Leaving behind a boy crying, crawling towards her arms…) [Instrumental] [Chorus] I want to yell! And cry! Scream! It’s alright… But we both know that those memories are long gone… But the lies that I’ve conceived, to hold you here with me, tell me- THAT- I'm wrong… If my thoughts won’t let me be, then what’s there left for me? (I’m Sorry, that I’m not the same, the son you raised…) (I’m Sorry, that my feelings caused you to choose between your love or my pain…) But it was all for a family, I called -my own… Tell me I should! Tell me I should! Tell me I should do- (Better…) [Instrumental] [Verse] I know these words would hurt you, but what's worse, it’s what you deserve… But don’t worry, it hurts me too... As it concerns the disgrace I went through… These closed eyes of mine are tired of all the mistakes and acts to save face… All these mumblings, these words to remain a saint, well, I’m done… I tried to follow the same beliefs you do, sought out the person you told me to… But what was behind my eyes? Could we even call them a saints? And I can’t help but call them out… I know you hate that about me, maybe I’m just blaming you for something else… Cause... (It’s no longer a happy, loving family…) (But a cropped out image of a mother standing all alone-…) [Instrumental] [Chorus] I want to yell! And cry! Scream! It’s alright… But we both know that those memories are long gone… But the lies that I’ve conceived, to hold you here with me, tell me- THAT- I'm wrong… If my thoughts won’t let me be, then what’s left for me? (I’m Sorry, that I’m not the same, the son you raised…) I'm Sorry... (I’m Sorry, that my feelings caused you to choose between your love or pain…) But it was all for a family, I called -my own… Tell me I should! Tell me I should! Tell me I should do- (Better…) [Instrumental] (Tell me I should do better…)
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