I am the son of grief,
When I've come to far to leave,
Even those tears were proud of me.
This is too much for me,
When i have come too far to leave,
Everybody will see.
I am the son of grief that you've buried me in.
I was made to overcome, the things that you couldn't do alone.
Mother hold me, i was just left with this.
This life, No love.
And when your hands slip from the sweat of guilt,
I won't be there to hold your hand. bitch.
I will never be, just another disgrace of a memory.