Son I Am

Thirteen years, my head aches
No one cares
Well, my blood boils
Filth stained ears
My body shakes, hiding from my fears
Slowly slipping, gripping reality’s hand
Never feeling, showing only what I am
Son I am
Son I am
Silent stares, my head aches
No one cares
Well, my blood boils
Run, but where?
Well, my body shakes
Coping with my fear
Slowly slipping, gripping reality’s hand
Never feeling, showing only what I am
Son I am
Son I am
Stop fucking with me
Thirteen years
Thirteen years
Thirteen years
Thirteen years, my head aches
No one cares
Well, my blood boils
Filth stained ears
My body shakes
Coping with my fear, forever
Slowly slipping, gripping reality’s hand
Never feeling, showing only what I am
Son I am
Son I am
Son I am
Son I am