Status: Contains family/violence/harm triggers. Rating may change. Rated for language/violence.
Papaoutai
Dites-moi d'où il vient.
In the vast scheme of things, I guess I should really consider myself lucky.
It wasn't as if I didn't have a father. He got up, he went to work. He came home, he yelled about work. He ate dinner, and he went to work some more.
All he ever did was work.
I guess I should be grateful. I mean, it was what kept us in half-decent clothing. What kept the house warm. What kept the food in our mouths.
But, in all reality, I'm not. In all honesty, I would rather be selfish.
I would rather be on the streets and in your heart, than in this home and out of your mind.
It wasn't as if I didn't have a father. He got up, he went to work. He came home, he yelled about work. He ate dinner, and he went to work some more.
All he ever did was work.
I guess I should be grateful. I mean, it was what kept us in half-decent clothing. What kept the house warm. What kept the food in our mouths.
But, in all reality, I'm not. In all honesty, I would rather be selfish.
I would rather be on the streets and in your heart, than in this home and out of your mind.