dear mother,
dear father,
what is this hell you have put me through?
believer,
deceiver,
day and day i live my life through you
pushed onto me what’s wrong or right
hidden from this thing that they call life
dear mother,
dear father,
every thought i’d think you’d disapprove
curator,
dictator,
always censoring my every move
children are seen bur are not heard
tear out everything inspired
innocence:
torn from me without your shelter
barred reality
i’m living blindly
dear mother,
dear father,
time has frozen still what’s left to be
hear nothing,
say nothing,
cannot face the fact i think for me
no guarantee, it’s life as is
but damn you for not giving me my chance
dear mother,
dear father,
you’ve clipped my wings before i learned to fly
unspoiled,
unspoken,
i’ve outgrown that fucking lullaby
same thing i’ve always heard from you
do as i say not as i do
i’m in hell without you
cannot cope without you two
shocked at the world that i see
innocent victim, please rescue me
dear mother,
dear father,
hidden in your world you’ve made for me
i’m seething,
i’m bleeding,
ripping wounds in me that never heal
undying spite i feel for you
living out this hell you always knew
Metallica
parents connot stand usual argumentation from their children
they don’t seem to like losing a logical battle
so they basically throw how importat they are to you
in an indecent blackmailing, putting words into your mouth
