| Yeah, yeah
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| But I’ve been waiting around for you
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| Where did you go?
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| Yeah
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| Came home to an empty house
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| Non other lights were on
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| But when I flipped the switch
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| And saw a bunch of broken shit
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| I knew another fight went off
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| It seem to happen every evening
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| And the only reason isI was too young
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| I have asthma, I wear glasses
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| Going spast' coughing up a lot
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| Last week I had pneumonia
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| From breathing in still air
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| And the atmosphere here was always tense
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| And I’m convinced this place was full of demon
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| In a house full of broken adults
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| And I’m confused when they say they’re just talking
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| When they smother each other, my dad whooped my mother
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| And in retaliation she always leave
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| But I’ve been waiting around for you
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| Where did you go?
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| Yeah
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| So I crept up the stairs to the hallway
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| Where I saw mom’s clothes on the floor
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| Where she at?
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| Don’t know when she’ll be back
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| Maybe if I drew a map I could find her
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| She could explain the reason
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| But there’s a part of me
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| That doesn’t really wanna know
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| It smells funny up here
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| And I can see there’s blood all over the floor
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| Oh Lord have mercy help me out
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| Somebody is anybody there?
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| God is nowhere in the sky
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| And I can’t even seem to find the corpses
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| Thoughts of revenge came rushing in
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| My only company my salvation
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| I ran away tears streamin' down my face
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| I’ll never forgive this day
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| But I’ve been waiting around for you
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| Where did you go?
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| Yeah
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| I mastered being a bastard son
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| Daddy’s gun, smoking blocking out my son
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| Leaving reminisce of memories
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| To cover my loss of parents
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| Why’s it I gotta defend the devil I once called my parent
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| Blew out my candles after age of two
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| Age four five six wanted to slit my wrist
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| Dilute my blood and toxins in Daniels drink
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| And in his bullshit existence how I got in it
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| There were no days that I didn’t yell or scream
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| Still a parent in my dreams
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| I was dreaming what it would be like to
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| Have a normal parent, be a normal child
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| Not awake from dreams where I shot him and smiled
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| I fucking hate my father
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| I thought I built a bridge over that troubled water
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| I guess I didn’t
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| Use the pen and the gun
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| And the ink for ammunition
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| Shot the motherfucker now I know what I’m missing
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| But I’ve been waiting around for you
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| Where did you go?
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| I’ve been let down before
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| I’ve been let down
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| But I’ve been waiting around for you
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| Where did you go? |