You've left me here with an undercurrent of doom
For me to fend on my own and live through a gray shade of gloom
You only try once and throw me away
To places where I hide and will always stay
Father, I forbid you from seeing me this way
I'm usually not myself these days
Don't ask me where I'm going, don't ask if I need help
Because like many other things, you'll just toss me onto a shelf
I don't see things too clear anymore now
I sometimes do things that I am never allowed
I'll never miss you when I go
Even when I'm buried deep into the ground, six feet low...