I'm the shadow of a figure that I have rarely seen,
I imagine the thought of knowing the person you are supposed to be,
Instead you cower from what is your own creation, Victor.
Sometimes I lie awake at night, with the thought of what its like,
Sometimes I go to the park and watch the kids and their fathers,
I picture me looking up to you, as a daddy,
Instead eyes burn bright, I look down onto you with my fists clenched