Your father's arms carved into your shoulders and a mother in youth who couldn't hold you
The poster boys for lifeless upbringing and soon you'll be singing too
Were you raised as overly possessive or is it something you learnt to do
How's life in your brother's shadow
Such a shame that you never grew out of it
You live and love for your own sadness in hopes that you'll become more than the unease-inducing eyes
Ever-watchful and ready to tell you why you'll never become anything
Your haircut short and sweet
Your military stance prepared for the great escape
From single celled days in an annex to acres of body aches
Worried sick of patience running thin
Perhaps you were never meant to make away from life in your father's shadow
Such a shame that you never made it out of it
I've been seeing you around for 10 years now and never thought you'd be going away