whatever you wanted to call me,

sometimes it made me mad,
oftentimes it made me sad,

I'm not mad, I'm not sad,
I'm all around dead.

I didn't need your reminders to remember that I was bad,
I didn't need your kindness to still give you my hand.

Didn't need to call me son, to know you were dad,
Didn't need you to say you wanted me gone, because you were mom.

Oftentimes I wonder if it's me that doesn't understand,
sometimes I say, who will understand.

What if it were me,
that was best for the story,

I guess, I guess what it is that I've had.