This is as torturous
As waiting for you to decide
You put the cart before the horse
And still you hold the reigns

All the weight is unbalanced
And the threads are coming undone
You blame me, like acid
I feel your lies burn into my face

Teach me to be independent
But how dare I have thoughts
That contradict with such a small mind
And my thoughts to large

I cannot tell if you are lying
Because your words don't complete
Even the sentence they claim
All the words like a verbal suicide

Phone calls and connections
Unmarked cop cars and social workers
A family, with one warrior
And she fights, still she fights

She was all grown up
By the time she hit the age of 9
A child? An angel?
But no one spared the rod

She left when she could
Still you tried to follow
But only fools go
Where heroes set their steps

You carry flames on your tongue
It is no wonder you spit fire
But I think you a fool
To expect me to quench your thirst