I am my father
Not metaphorically though
I carved myself from a block of Alder
I am my own Gepetto
I am the prince of my kingdom
This entire homeland of the unsteady
Where I can be proud I am from
Set to inherit all that I have already
This hurts me more than it does you.
Damn my faults, I run into the forgiving arms
of the long-lost ego, the prodigal id
So, you can spare me your false alarms
I’ve known nothing else since I was a kid
I’ll put myself in a home when I reach old age
I hope to relive my youth through my own life
I don’t want to see me make the same mistakes I made
I’m sharpening a knife with a knife
I have handed down to myself all I have learned
I’ve worked for all my respect I’ve earned
This hurts me more than it does you.
The hardest ways, are the ways I’ve learned
I played with fire and I got burned
This hurts me more than it does you.
I’ve seen your world and I know it turned
I have the things you should have yearned
This hurts me more than it does you.
I am an amazing thing that you just spurned
I waited and waited and you never returned
This hurts me more than it does you.
I am aware of things you never discerned
Tell me why you aren’t concerned
This hurts me more than it does you.
…And that’s what makes me better than you.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
I am my father
Not metaphorically though
I carved myself from a block of Alder
I am my own Gepetto
I am the prince of my kingdom
This entire homeland of the unsteady
Where I can be proud I am from
Set to inherit all that I have already
This hurts me more than it does you.
Damn my faults, I run into the forgiving arms
of the long-lost ego, the prodigal id
So, you can spare me your false alarms
I’ve known nothing else since I was a kid
I’ll put myself in a home when I reach old age
I hope to relive my youth through my own life
I don’t want to see me make the same mistakes I made
I’m sharpening a knife with a knife
I have handed down to myself all I have learned
I’ve worked for all my respect I’ve earned
This hurts me more than it does you.
The hardest ways, are the ways I’ve learned
I played with fire and I got burned
This hurts me more than it does you.
I’ve seen your world and I know it turned
I have the things you should have yearned
This hurts me more than it does you.
I am an amazing thing that you just spurned
I waited and waited and you never returned
This hurts me more than it does you.
I am aware of things you never discerned
Tell me why you aren’t concerned
This hurts me more than it does you.
…And that’s what makes me better than you.
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