Life looks a little like this...
Your parents after a divorce
When your father is swallowed up by remorse
Till he can't control his darkest thoughts
And takes his youngest daughter by force
It looks a little like..
When this girl has no more voice
Because her father destroyed her choice
When everything sound, sounded like noise
And she was consumed by it
It looks a little like
Her standing half naked in the dark
Coz she can't make a wage from counting stars
Much less wishing upon them
Waited a long time for her life to finally start
But it didn't..
It looks like..
Her boy yelling at her in the kitchen
Coz the other boys have toys that he didn't
Maybe if she was around things would be different
But... .most nights she's too busy taking "shifts"
And maybe he's too young for all this to make sense
Follows her and all he finds is his mother takes "lifts"
Now he knows why her favourite pillow's always wet
Bank slips for school always drenched in her sweat
Why all the other kids look like they're breathing in a stench
Why the headteacher gave him "extra lessons" for his test
Thinking "like mother like son," burying kisses on his neck
It looks a little like..
That age when teenagers experiment
Turning into an obsession for the boy with experience
BAM! BAM! BAM!
His mother turns up dead
Stray bullet during night duty tagged her in the head
His future looking darker than the coffin that she's in
Suicidal thoughts flooding everything within
No known relatives; Headteacher takes him in
Gives him time to grieve till his rage is all spent
But soon enough his door creaks open in the night
Doesn't take flight
Coz he feels he's in her debt
Night after night
He's nothing more than a pet
Tears dry in his eyes
He won't make his pillow wet!
Coz it reminds him of his mom and how she drowned in herself
It looks like..
Religious folk judging him with looks
"He'll probably take the same path his hellbound mother took"
"If heaven's filled with people like that maybe I should"
It looks like..
A man who only saw the worst in life
Who despite all of his issues fought hard to please his wife
Fought through his past for his kids to have a better life
Fights through it still to keep his neck from the kitchen knife
Coz after all this time he still wonders
What death looks like...
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