The sins of a man should carry forward to his son
What sort of person you ask lets things carry on?
But I observe from afar and see
The man he was is the same as you’ll be
Your example you’ve sucked in like air by a swimmer who is drowning
In trying to be more and tsk tsk and frowning
At his mistakes all you’ve done is copied him like a man possessed
Because you can’t bear to start again have memory undressed
Your line you follow with no subtlety or clue
All you can see is you’re not him, he isn’t you.
Like a copied page of carbon you will fade to naught
While blaming all around you for what you were sure could be bought
And can you buy affection, love and care?
Look who you’ve left behind at the man you’re afraid to stare
Once you could have changed your dreams of a pedestal
Now? All that awaits is you fall.
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