You are an inspiration,
You inspired me to go further than you,
My muse,
Providing the canvas to paint over the bruise You left on me,
An impression,
Less like a pattern, than a fist through drywall,
I fall
Through the barricades you laid to make me stay
But I remain determined to never let you have your way.
You can stay in the dirt where you lay,

You're dead to me,
You've been dead for years,
Tears dried up years ago,
There you go
Creeping into every lyric
But choosing not to ever hear it
Like a virus,
This torrential curse on me
This city still has the stink of you,
This memory still has you in views,
This is not new, you remain you
Unchanging you
A mountain of a mole hill,

It's a struggle,
You're like some cliff to climb,
Like some bouncer, wide and six foot nine,
I find no satisfaction defeating,
Just another scar your leaving,
I take this self beating like you taught me,
Place the nail into my hand as you cross me,
You stalk me, unconsciously,
Cause I do this to myself,
Constantly,

Is this growing up,
To build up walls like you and your father before you,
This memory becomes you,
Becomes just some tool to abuse,
All excused,
boys will be boys will be men will be products of the past, taught like a class,
To abuse until the last,
Son chooses to say
I will not turn into you,
I will not turn into you
I will not turn into you
My muse,