The funeral. Complacent is what I recall. The sullen look upon my mother's face. Why won't you wake up we're all alone in this world that you built for us. You're not coming back. And I live with his face. A constant reminder of all the things lost. Yeah we moved on. But, we're haunted by it. You can't take it back. Yeah the pieces pick up but they still are broken, just like us. Can never repair. The sky no longer comforts my troubled mind. I guess this is my Price to pay. And I'll die just like him. All alone without a wife or kids. Lost in thought, begging for the end. I've witnessed my own death. I am father's son slowly dying away, just like him. Inside of my head. That distant life. The one he once had was gone. There was only this. God, did you hear him beg? Faith was lost on that humid Texas night. Drank himself to peace. His love was all gone. No longer found a reason to be. He downed his pills and all of his agony. I understand why you had to leave. I am my old man. I'm gonna die just like him. All alone inside my head. I am his bastard son. I look just like him.
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