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I used to get along with my dad I can still remember all the fun we had but the years grow short as we grow apart because he doesnt understand my life of art he's always done things by the book a different route from what I took now we fight all the time as you criticize my life and how is it you cant see that slowly you're destroying me? why dad are you hurting me so Im sensitive, Im vulnerable I love you dad but understand I have to grow and be my own man I cant be you and you cant be me but thats how it seems you want it to be all thats in the past, I have condoned but from here on out, I must go on my own |
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