House of Pain

It's a little past supper time
I'm still out on the porch steps sittin' on my behind
Waiting for you
Wondrin' if everything's alright
Moma said,"Come in boy, don't waste your time,"
I said,"I've got time. Well he'll be here soon."
Five years old and talkin' to myself
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't you tell?

Chorus

I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame
No, there's no one home in my house of pain
I didn't write these pages and my script's been re-arranged
No, there's no one home in my house of pain

Wasn't I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
Ilooked up to you
I paced my room a million times
And all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie
How could you?
Well I was eighteen years and still talkin' to myself
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't ya tell?

**End**
Well if I've learned anything from this, shh, it's how to grow up
On my own