Farewell friend until tomorrow. Where you are still

nitpicking our diets and names. The potential is still

there yet it's somehow unexpected. I'll show you

courage if you show me responsibility. Something lost

long ago in trying to please everyone. In pleasing

ourselves. If it feels good it must be right. Right?

So what's a child? A fetus or kink in sexual

revolution and what am I? A threat, a kink in

political consistency. More name games and more

personal choice. So where's mine? Or are you to deal

me such luxuries. Call me what I am and mean every

word. Be prepared to take yours. You see you're not

along. I'll show you responsibility if you show me

reasoning. Something you never possessed. You always

coveted anger and vengeance. But for what? One less

bite, one less burden. I'm sick of being the bastard.

Keep your fight and know i'll keep mine.