You call her by name
You him by name
You call her by her name too
But me I am that boy

Since the Twelfth of Jan
You haven't spoken to me
And today when we did speak
it wasn't calm, I heard hatred and anger
As if I was interrupting your day and I made it go sour
Not Once have you said my name
Not once you would you acknowledge my presence

Not Mentioned as if I died and all you see is merely a ghost
Not talked to as if I am an unwelcome guest
And When talked to nothing but anger

I am that boy, not a son
I am that boy, not kin
My name is no longer what was given to me
It is not mentioned by your lips to me
Like speaking them would bring about a plague
No all I ever heard you say to refer me was "That boy"