Wake up Dad, we need to talk.

It's not so hard to believe you left all for me.
It's not so hard to believe I'm everything I need.
You lived your life for you, so I could build my life for me.

And I may not love you,
I may not respect you,
'cause before I knew you, I knew you were wrong.

You're a list of actions, not a voice and a face.
It can't be my fault, it's how I was raised.

Adulterer and coward,
Or a man owned by freedom.
If I understand your actions I am too scared to repeat them.

But if I love me, then I can't think ill of your actions.

What good is a guiding hand,
I've got hands of my own.
I do not regret the ways I have grown.

And when I have a son, I will let him alone.
And I'll cry when he hates me as I force him to grow.