What have I done
Who was I suppose to be
You left your will inside of me
Like a disease you put me into a weakened state
To following you’re every command
I let you withered away
Thinking that I would become safe
But I can still feel your hand
Around my neck
Telling me that some day I will be the best
Into my heart you crept
Erasing what made me who I am
Like it would hurt your dignity to say
You have done well my son and you are now a man
It’s your darkness that surrounds
My clouded and miss judging mind
Defines the depth of your diabolical plan
To create another me into what you are
And that’s a demon
Not a father by far