Broken Son

Another broken son from a broken home
Another troubled youth with nowhere to go
You're no more a man than I am your child
You're just another crook with a crooked smile

Who do you think you are
Tearing my family apart?
I will not call you father
Don't you call me son

You are no father and I'm no fool to what you've done
You're a snake in the grass
Don't play the martyr with a murderous past
I used to call that house my home
You're not welcome here; give up the ghost

The memories we made before that man destroyed everything
My father held me in that room
But my mother's eyes were fixed on you
Leave well enough alone

Another broken son from a broken home
I've become a man despite you
Another troubled youth, but I'll make it through

Violent and angry
I am the way you made me
And I'll never be the same
But I'm better off that way

So, tell me, was your fling worth it?
Does he make you feel alive?
Do you see the face of my father when you look in my eyes?
Can you look in my eyes?

Another broken son from a broken home
Another troubled youth, with nowhere to go
I've become a man despite you
Another troubled youth, but I'll make it through
I'll make it through