obsessed with color
but only in black and white
monochrome psychos

We made these calloused hearts
broken mended and broken again
Stronger harder heart shells
for future pain

You **** me so thoroughly
I can’t even bare the idea of
Living without you killing me again

I'm not your father
I'm your Dad

Trust in me to be both good and
bad like any Dad

To hold you love you and
make you feel glad

But, I will scold your ***
when you are bad

I can try and be fake to
set the perfect example

Well that be a lie and  
that's a bitter root to sample

Trust in the lord is
my best advice

Humanity? You ask, that's  
a roll of the dice

Barren cold north *****
Mother polar and her cub
I miss my moms home made soup