A Wayward's Cry

To not raise a child
Yet teach it appreciation
Of beings that did nothing but lay hands upon it
Do you really believe that's fair
Or is it all just forced
Is it all just forced?

I am a walking tragedy, on the edge of it's own sanity
With gold in veins apparently
Being trapped in a miserable shell
Can I be something more
Than always the scapegoat
Is anyone to take it
When I want to build my own legacy?

How was the story supposed to be written
Tell me the highlights passing by
What was my childhood after all
It seemed a farce and a bitter lie
Expose me to the violence, the sex and hatred
Burn me down to accept my fate
Feed me numb and lock me up
I've kept some hope that I won't give up

I am a walking tragedy, on the edge of it's own sanity
With gold in veins apparently
Being trapped in a miserable shell
Can I be something more
Than always the scapegoat
Is anyone to take it
When I want to build my own legacy?
One that you can't take from me

So I lock my eyes
Straightforward sight, aimed
I start exploring the reflections
Spot a vague recognition
Of a face I find familiar

What I see in the mirror
Is this face I despise
And ones that went before it
Suddenly there's no me to find
Now, do I have so much in common
With these roots stained with blood?
Taking names we never wanted
I am so sure I'm nothing good at core
If anything on her beautiful face
May describe why I'm wayward
And rip skin from body parts
I found out it's a break inside my heart

I guess I was poised from the start
I guess I was poised from the start
I guess I was poised from the start
But please don't tell me I am poised at heart

I guess I was poised from the start
I guess I was poised from the start
I guess I was poised from the start
But please don't tell me I am poised at heart...