All my life i tried to make you beleive in me.
After perfection died. You were left incomplete.
I lost something too. A brother and as best friend.
Dont blame me for this. I cry as much as you do.
It should have been you
Why is this the truth?
Broken Family. Torn apart.
He was my life. He was my son
My friends are my salvation. Hold me together.
And i wont crumble beacuse you dont love me.
Ill break through and guess what? Ill succeed.
"f*ck you. You are not my son. Hes the only one. Youre
worthless to me. He was my belief