Shane, I'm waiting For you inside the bathroom stall Anticipating Your footsteps coming down the hall
As I stay still Something makes me ill My eyes grow wide until They fill with tears
Visions haunt me Just as they did when I was young My poor father Was given Robert as a son
Robert being me Shamed the family Slow as slow could be While his father had a PhD
Please have mercy I'm doing everything I can Robert Senior politely Asked his son to stand
Do you wanna know why Your mother died? When you were born She couldn't bear to raise a boy like you She just couldn't hack it Her body attacked itself By the time the birth was through She was gone! Gone!
Shane, I waited To smash your head against the wall My self-hatred Makes me feel like no one at all
I'll close my eyes Listen to your cries And try to feel my size But my father's voice will not subsideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
