I’m just the bastard son I am a brother to no one, my sisters are all strangers and my mother’s love can only go so far.

There’s a shop on the corner , it’s selling dreams of a summer, well, I think I’m gonna save my money pack my bags and fly to somewhere warm. Because, the only weather is grey here, it rained for 364 last year and I’m beginning to forget the feeling of the sun upon my skin.

It’s five o’clock on a Friday and I’m ready for the weekend, but my excitement disappears with the realisation that I’m spending it inside, I need to make the most of what I have, but I cant help the way I feel and today I’m feeling in adequate.

I’m just the bastard son I am a brother to no one, my sisters are all strangers and my mother’s love can only go so far.

I’m getting so sick of fighting, and subsequently then writing about it ‘cause the more I analyse it then the more I realise I’m to blame, the more I try to discover, why I have nothing to offer I realise that I tried my best to teach myself the rules but must have got them wrong.

As a child I was nervous never one participating, but as I got older did my best to try and stand my ground, and by my teens I was doing just great, but I forgot to stop the process and I became far too defensive.

I’m just the bastard son I am a brother to no one, my sisters are all strangers and my mother’s love can only go so far, I lost the only friends that I ever had, I find hard communicating with my own dad so I apologise if my loneliness is starting to show.

I had to teach myself that I wouldn’t be pushed around, but I became the one pushing others cause I was proud, too stubborn to swallow my pride and see that I was wrong, so now I am the one they know of only through my songs.

I’m just the bastard son I am a brother to no one, my sisters are all strangers and my mother’s love can only go so far, I lost the only friends that I ever had, I find hard communicating with my own dad so I apologise if my loneliness is starting to show.