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