You were my son until you decided to run off to the races judged by the faces of those that just want to use you. . You were my boy until you heard the ploy conformists yelling loudly marching with them proudly lost yourself in the crowd my tears are not that loud.
You were
You were
You were
You were my son until you decided to run off to the races judged by the faces of those that just want to use you. . You were my boy until you heard the ploy conformists yelling loudly marching with them proudly lost yourself in the crowd my tears are not that loud.