Oh Heaven, don't let your kid really be me. God forbid, I want to be a writer, maybe a poet, for the rest of my life. God forbid, I love her, though it's forbidden I dream of her again. God forbid, I grow up different than you had planned for us.
Oh Hell, don't let your kid really be me. God forbid, I live your religion better than you and your illusions. God forbid, I walk through the door and plead for peace, just once. God forbid, I draw another "dark" sketch and tape it to your mirror.
Oh Help, don't let your kid really be me. God forbid, I wear a skirt or shorts or skinny jeans and people see. God forbid, I remember all your transgressions and don't let them go. God forbid, I stop pretending and show you the psychopath you've made.
But you will never be able to give me help, that would mean pointing fingers at yourself. God forbid that I've ****** up my life like you did yours.