As my voice disappeares
You intend to hurt
Your words are rocks
My heart an easy target
You bleed the freak
I have so many bull's-eyes
You know them all
I trusted you with secrets
My shame my guilt

Seven years yet I know little about you
Well played.

Now my heart grows hard and cold
Who will I become?

You're packed within a mystery
can only guess your story
of how you came to be this way
and who should get the glory
I cannot blame your mother
nor your dad for they were young
although the stars were out that night
your spark had yet to come
they had no clue when they made you
that you would be a man
who likes his dogs with ketchup
and his beans right from the can
while no one knows exactly why
you act within your means
the books suggest a tie between
environment and genes
while smarter guys philosophize
and science can't be wrong, ha!
the life we lead is just the seed
of folks who'll come along
for life, designed in secret
as well it ought to be
dates back before the science books
a sweet old mystery.