"Combat"
Quick to assume
My words you’ll consume
Dress up in a costume
‘Cause you’re gonna wanna disappear
You know everything
Say something
So I can pick apart
Your words like you do to me to appear
Like you’re austere
When you’re just a mere
Figment that I fear
That I may end up like in some years
Hoping to be shot at
Hanging from a wall
I only have a fat
Chance to hold on
Your mind is flat
Not allowing me to talk
All you want is combat
'Cause you know you’re wrong
I may be hanging
But my mind’s open to changing
Unlike your close-minded self
Was this the life you wanted me to be dealt?
To just be helpless and work
At a job which doesn’t take much learning
To be good at, and be the average Schmoe
Waste time spillin’ rhymes, about to outgrow my soul
I need something of interest to console
Instead of shooting the breeze in this hellhole
How did you become who you are?
Oh, come on, it can’t be that bizarre
I don’t think I can stand
Up for myself any longer
I have to give you a hand
On proving that you’re stronger
But that still doesn’t answer my question
What will be one of your life’s lessons
Or do you already have one
Set out for your tombstone
I don’t want to wait until then
I swear, it’s like I’m not getting through to him
He is a brick wall
He never admits his faults
It’s almost as if he doesn’t care
About the feelings he’s hurt here and there
If I ever end up like him
I’ll be sure to change
Sure I would cry for him
If he died, he’s no stranger
Too bad he kept everything inside
He never would tell me anything personal
Old memories, where he used to hide
When his parents would bicker and free-for-all
‘Cause I’d like to know these things
Since it’s made him into my dad, the human being
