I'm here to tell you a story
About a boy I knew
7 years of age He had the brains of 22
The boy had some problems
Just before his death
It spread into his father who wishes he never left
And the word got out
That his daddy was mad
And the pain he felt was like a knife in his back
The world turned against him as if he was wrong
Yet his daddy to blame
The boy was just a voice
In his mental fathers head
Yet the boy and voice of his own before his second death
And the father blames himself
Even to this very day
Yet because of his Stupidity
The son had gone away
And the word got out
That his daddy was mad
And the pain he felt was like a knife in his back
The world turned against him as if he was wrong
Yet his daddy to blame
