Line approaching line End apprehending end Inching closer and closer Windows closing Exhaling impaired judgement Like father like son A replica more flawed than the archetype Hoping desperately my pen runs dry While procuring more and more ink Put the period on this sick fucking run on sentence And I can't blame you For what you've been dealt The sting of neglect A mother's love unfelt But where do I turn when I feel the same? This is a shared burden, no passing on the blame Line approaching line End apprehending end Inching closer and closer Windows closing Exhaling impaired judgement Like father like son A replica more flawed than the archetype Hoping desperately my pen runs dry While procuring more and more ink Scribing the same sentence Again and again Will the circle remain unbroken?