I have my father's eyes and my mother's heartbeat When the two collide, it feels a bit overwhelming This isn't what I imagined This isnt what I planned for There is no way to heal the pain of watching all you love decay I keep a journal to flush out my Thoughts but publishing may be a grave mistake Tell me, does the anguish keep you entertained? She wore a white lace dress with her hair in waves Lips red like the demons that she prayed away Sought solace, saw the bottle, quickly swept her face She walked away My father was a coward, my mother dangled from his precipice The days I went to church, trusting the lord, I never noticed it If I did the things he did, carried on inside that vein Could I ever live it down? That vision I can't shake Does a man reflect a bloodline? Am I bound by that fate? Am I designed to be a replica of an image that I hate? Lace the words I write with urgency My motivation with the same May the liquid fill his veins with what she'd never dare to say A wake; a shame; a page; a stain A frame without a picture; some bruised and barren thing Some fully made up face only existing in your sleep It's a love you fucking wasted You force the touch but it can't breathe Soil my blood, you're not my father (These eyes) Soil my blood, you're not my father (These eyes) Leave me behind; leave me to suffer (These eyes) Leave me behind; leave me forever Pray all you want, I still have your eyes