Your hands are clean
You’ve washed them well
From the family you kept
In a private hell.
But the emptiness remains
A mark of your disguise
A father who’s built on two things
Control and lies
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
Your hands are clean
You’ve washed them well
From the family you kept
In a private hell.
But the emptiness remains
A mark of your disguise
A father who’s built on two things
Control and lies