The hypocrite and the time traveller
If only
I was acquainted with a time traveller
Who could
Travel me back in time.
I would demand from him
To bring me back,
To when I was an infant.
For that, I would commit any crime.
Whenever I look in the mirror,
I see this cruel man
Standing in front of me.
Is this the result of a poor childhood?
On the other hand,
Might this be,
An image I deserve to see?
If only
I was acquainted with a time traveller.
In front of me I see,
A history of burglary
And a heart, filled with nothing but
Hypocrisy.
One day,
My beloved spouse came home
To me laying on the kitchen floor
With in my hand nothing but
An empty bottle of Hennessey.
On that same day, she left me.
No, it can not be me.
I can not take
Responsibility
For this misery.
If only
I was acquainted with a time traveller.
I would travel back in time
To when I was an infant.
So I can seek closure
After seeing my little self
Being mentally tortured.
What if
The reason of me
Being an alcoholic,
Would be my father
Who came home drunk.
His child, standing in front of him
Expecting nothing but a hug.
He walked right past him
As he did not even bother.
If only
I...
I was acquainted with a time traveller
Who could
Travel me back in time.
I would demand from him
To bring me back,
To when I was an infant.
For that, I would commit any crime.
Whenever I look in the mirror,
I see this cruel man
Standing in front of me.
Is this the result of a poor childhood?
On the other hand,
Might this be,
An image I deserve to see?
If only
I was acquainted with a time traveller.
In front of me I see,
A history of burglary
And a heart, filled with nothing but
Hypocrisy.
One day,
My beloved spouse came home
To me laying on the kitchen floor
With in my hand nothing but
An empty bottle of Hennessey.
On that same day, she left me.
No, it can not be me.
I can not take
Responsibility
For this misery.
If only
I was acquainted with a time traveller.
I would travel back in time
To when I was an infant.
So I can seek closure
After seeing my little self
Being mentally tortured.
What if
The reason of me
Being an alcoholic,
Would be my father
Who came home drunk.
His child, standing in front of him
Expecting nothing but a hug.
He walked right past him
As he did not even bother.
If only
I...