if I could get lost
in my fathers mind
would the sun shine different
in the morning
or be filled with equations?

am I smarter
then the mistakes she made
without second thought.
or am I a part of it
the part that failed

did I grow up
with this forshadowed
time of my life
to prove that I, indeed was
the one who would be
(be, oh not me)
the scapegoat
oh not me
oh not me
not this time
not me