Headphones on so you ignore
The banging that’s outside your door
That lecture that you’ve heard before
And how you need to stop.
You see the words whip off his lips
But all you hear is sweet silence
You gave up on him ever since
He sided with that cop.
Each job he keeps is never long
Each friend you make is always gone
And whom does he place all blame on?
The son he calls “a slop.”
You frequently move out of town
Each one is like a battleground
And classes only keep you down
You always seem to flop.
You know you’re meant to be elsewhere
Someplace where all the people care
A land where fathers wouldn’t dare
To keep you from the top.
You blink back to reality
To his verbal brutality
His lack of rationality
This life you choose to chop.
That night when he went off to bed
You ran away just like you said.
Twelve years go by and soon you’re wed
To the cream of the crop.
The two of you go have some fun
You have a house and soon a son
It’s three of you and you have won
So grateful you could drop.
You’re happy for the next decade
Then she gets sick although you prayed
Three becomes two and you’re afraid
With eyes so wet they sop.
You’re making every sacrifice
Protecting him from those not nice
But he refuses your advice
And leaves you while you shop.
You’re told your savings were withdrawn
You get home and you see he’s gone
Not sure how you can carry on
Feel like a useless prop.
You sniffle and you realize
The tables turn before your eyes
Present is past but in disguise
And now the roles have swapped.
So suddenly you understand
You caused the pain you feel first hand
It was all love, not reprimand!
You have become your pop.
The banging that’s outside your door
That lecture that you’ve heard before
And how you need to stop.
You see the words whip off his lips
But all you hear is sweet silence
You gave up on him ever since
He sided with that cop.
Each job he keeps is never long
Each friend you make is always gone
And whom does he place all blame on?
The son he calls “a slop.”
You frequently move out of town
Each one is like a battleground
And classes only keep you down
You always seem to flop.
You know you’re meant to be elsewhere
Someplace where all the people care
A land where fathers wouldn’t dare
To keep you from the top.
You blink back to reality
To his verbal brutality
His lack of rationality
This life you choose to chop.
That night when he went off to bed
You ran away just like you said.
Twelve years go by and soon you’re wed
To the cream of the crop.
The two of you go have some fun
You have a house and soon a son
It’s three of you and you have won
So grateful you could drop.
You’re happy for the next decade
Then she gets sick although you prayed
Three becomes two and you’re afraid
With eyes so wet they sop.
You’re making every sacrifice
Protecting him from those not nice
But he refuses your advice
And leaves you while you shop.
You’re told your savings were withdrawn
You get home and you see he’s gone
Not sure how you can carry on
Feel like a useless prop.
You sniffle and you realize
The tables turn before your eyes
Present is past but in disguise
And now the roles have swapped.
So suddenly you understand
You caused the pain you feel first hand
It was all love, not reprimand!
You have become your pop.
Comment