Bitter Melon

A hammer of purple shit
Bashes down on your fantasy
Fantasy piled upon the fantasy
That maybe now you are free

Little boy, can I ever love you enough
Little boy, can I face you truly enough
Can I ever pat your head gently enough
Can I ever smile at you honestly enough
Can I keep dread far from your heart enough
No, I cannot

When I am near you
Everything everything everything
Is worth its cost
Your dad told me he has no feelings
Now I understand