The man cared for no one but himself, he went about his own business with all content.
If it wasn't for him, it would not be done.
He takes long to give and never really let's go
Taking back gifts he merely gives.
The man cared not!
He looks at me like a man admiring a woman, not seeing his daughter.
His stares and advantage makes me uncomfortable.
He touches to show he feels no family connections.
He feels nothing,cares for no one but himself
What a man.
When shame hangs over with such gloom, he behaves as if it's the norm to do
I'll escape that's what I will do, by dying from this tormented road.
But can I be free , really free from the mind?
He's that man, that fills your thoughts with things that plagues your soul.
A poison that should not have been there, that leaves you hopeless and beyond despair.
When he opens the door , so much fear appears, that long unwelcomed stare .
That man need not have been here.
What a man .