He finally released me from his angered grip
And let go the heartache, although I ‘encouraged’ it
I described the sordid scene
Making accusation he didn’t mean
And pulling unconscious vibes into the screen
He beat me up
But I fought back
Making the fast movements
That he seemed to lack
My father, the idle
He showed me truth
To encourage refuse
And not release his youth
I shook it off
And the adrenaline rush
Those hatful combats
That I choose to hush
Perhaps it’s my fault
And that I ruined us
And that I am the blame
For his offish touch
But I know the truth
And the truth is his burden
That I fought back
And that’s what hurts him
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