he stands fast at the door   he's nothing like the others   what a lack of any goals   i can't shout anymore   this treatment isn't working   and it's making my throat sore   pulls the cloth that hides his things and looks   the feed, it isn't there   mom must be catching on again   awaits a lesson in the finer thing in life   but the boy inside the story isn't him      cannot seem to do anything to please him   slow realize - losing him      confrontation meets a boiling point   he leaves the house again   another night inside a car   awaits a lesson in the finer things in life   but the boy inside the story isn't him      coming of age, i can feel it   turning away my eyes