The Father s Problem

I just wanna be invisible,
I wanna go out.
Maybe some time later
You can meet me on the rout.

Where I'll be just by myself,
Watching others losing temper,
Hoping to find another way just to become better.

Though, you know, it's hard sometimes,
Thinking about "higher" things, eating appetizers, fearing to be fat.
Not knowing what to do,
Just wanting fly and boo.

You think you're the best
But then you see the better
And again starting to find another your surrender.

Cause you're f*cking tired and wanna horse around
But your mother always said you to go out.

Not just sitting in your room, playing phone games
But become the better version in your veins.

Cause, of course, she didn't want you to grow up just like your dad,
Because he gave enough pain to her that very weekend.

When he left you all alone,
Not knowing, where to go
But know just one vast thing:
You need to find a girl.

It'll be much better if she has a flat,
So you can move to her
And know what to do next.

What to do?
Make her pregnant and after that leave her alone and find another girl.

This has been the credo of men all along...