"Run Alone"
Dad stumbled in again
Good thing my friend
Stayed the night at my home
I didn’t want to run alone
Disorders are unhealthy
The locks are melting
The door’s broken in
Any time he feels it's right
And this is the night
The many occurrences
The many happenings
When off into the woods
We’d run when Dad was in one of his moods
Bloodied hands, knuckles busted
The only person that I trusted
I came to and I cried
On his shoulder, just the ripe age of sixteen
And I was mad because I was mean
Couldn’t control my anger
What if it was a stranger?
Would I have asked any nicer?
Or just treat them like I did my adviser?
Asking for forgiveness is the first step
Once you realize the time has crept by
Slowly ticking into how my father was
Proving I was nothing but a mirror image
Everything I was against is everything I became
I just needed someone to look after me
Like the father figure I was missing
