songs I wrote For Fun

Burnt

He's twisted by the head
Been messed up by his dad
Now wishing that he's dead
Been insisting that he's mad

Never been a child always had been an adult
Had to grow up fast to survive in the house
It's like he's been swallowed by a cult
He's supposed to be a tiger but ended as a mouse

Even through the night, a bottle in his hand
No one here to hear his heartbeat crucifie
Everything he does is in spite, left all hope disband
He's left all alone on the morning of July

Summer is full of parties , but he can only hear the screams
Despair got him so far that, he forgot how to smile
He looks so stoic, so unbothered, but that's only what it seems
He is really vulnerable, so emotional, all he does is revile

Learnt from his father how to be cruel
A man doesn't need anyone, that is life advice
Replace all love with hate, must it become the fuel ?
A man has to bottle everything up, that is our vice

Now he needs to drink a bottle to be able to feel joy
Manufacturing his demise by getting to the bottom of the bottle
They're clenching on his throat pushing him to destroy
Replicating what he saw, from his father is role model

His body on the floor, he couldn't get up anymore
Emptied of warmth he tried to burn himself

In a last attempt to feel something, only leaving him soar
He never learnt how to be someone, only to be a shelf

Now cursed all his life to never progress
He needs a lot of help but will never admit it
His pride clawing him to his fate as a mess
Unmoving in place, his candle will never lit

His mind lost in the daze at the gaze of his own father's rage
The pain has chained his legs to the foundation of his teaching
All he can do is fall deeper, throw everything up in his cage
His father's words he's the receiver, drowning in his preaching

There's no dream, he has never been alright with anything
But, his pale skin is now scarring and engraved, by his only father's sin
Couldn't grow from the regime, his father's become his everything
Alone is his natural state, Loss is his everyday, and his first was his kin

The sun goes down, but his mental state has been destroyed by dawn
Only the alcohol numb his pain, as he see himself as a disgrace
Filling his glass as he thrives to finally find a reason to not be gone
But in his eyes flooding in disdain, as he viewed himself as nutcase

The mirror fell to the ground, the door has closed forever
He's The man that had nothing, submitted to his demons
The cleaner his vision get he knew that this time it's over
There's no loving, everything is crushing, he's just the son

He's no leader, he's no saviour, he's crumbling in place
At the bottom of his own mind, he's suffocating for air
His survival instinct has gone numb, he's now a vase
He could have been kind, he could have show care

But he's not just a man, he's a real Man like his father before him 
The alcohol won't fix this, he closed his eyes, ignoring all warning signs
Shaped by his father's will, unable to break free from the constraints placed upon him
His life was at the hand of his father, he's powerless like with the divine

He's Human, but was raised to be a subordinate not a son
The alcohol flowing in his veins is deliberate
His back to the door with nowhere to run
It was conscious choice to dull the pain and escape

Trapped in his cage, in this bleak room with everything closed
He shoved one last bottle to his throat as he vomited
Still not moving, laying on his vomit he dozed
Now he's losing one last time, on the floor he submitted

He's now completely intoxicated in his sorrow
His clammy skin drenched in his tired sweat, his eyes narrow
His heart rate slowed down as he became truly hollow
In one last breath, in his fogginess, he swallows

The bottle crashed to the ground like the man
His feelings are dead like his father wanted
What a twist of fate, he's merely human
Left in the closed room alone, he rotted