He is a black sheep who causes a disturbance everywhere he goes
Recognized only as dead by those who said they believe he could succeed
Was it a lie; or did they simply change their mind?
I have looked into his eyes
I am haunted…haunted

His notorious reputation is a running joke
For he will never amount to more than a disappointment
Destined to smoke a chimney clean
For the rest of his **** soaked life
Many say his future anticipates a jail cell
Does he think that too; or does he strive for more?
I am cold…cold

I saw him on my way home once
He rode his skateboard
Wearing some torn-up black hoodie
I wonder where he went
For a bird with broken wings he seemed to fly
I am content…content

The shackles on his feet grew and grew
With each unruly act he was prevented from molding into a phoenix
His own parents seem to turn to drastic measures
Shoving pills down his throat
When I know there was nothing wrong with him
Only accusation of “Criminal acts”
I can hear them echo
“Disappointment”, “Disobedient”
They say he was unwell
But I wonder if they ever did talk to him
He was a black sheep who caused a disturbance everywhere he went
I am haunted…haunted