The Tormented

He never takes showers he's hiding away I wonder if he'll ever leave me someday The one who should watch me and make up my bed Is down in the cellar and building his shed Each year they applaud him, they carry his chair Salutes his achievements and breathing his air They don't see the struggle, he won't let them know The tormented artist will soon leave the show Now, you tеll me why All that I've fought for Was for nothing Gave it a try Turnеd it and called for Your last dance Is there a chance You're coming home When I grow up I want to be just like him Look at the love and the praise that he gets Why does he never smile, kiss and tell stories Hidden away with his pencils and pets All that I wanted was for him to see me Treat me with dignity, love and respect I'm tired of trying to raise my own father I think that's the wrong way around last I checked Now, you tell me why All that I've fought for Was for nothing Gave it a try Turned it and called for Your last dance Is there a chance You're my tormented despair You are the one that I fear Searching the one affair that you know of You're tormented but you aren't aware Wanting perfection is ruining Your last dance This is your chance You're coming home