Lets Pretend.

Okay.
Lets pretend things were different.
Lets pretend he was a happy kid.
His parents never divorced in 96,
forcing him to become so love sick.
His step-dad wasn't a prick,
and managed to keep his dick,
in his pants for 5 more minutes.
Pretend that he wasn't crying at night,
wishing his family would stick
together for a while just to bring,
happiness to the table
and he had a girlfriend he could say loved him,
for who he is.
Pretend he wasn't asking,
a load of questions like
why his Dad never wanted to see him at weekends.
Took till he was ten to even get a whiff
of fucking at-ten-tion.
His family never hated him
and blamed him for the crumbling foundations.
His lover wasn't crazy as shit
and made him pop pills just to feel un-different.
He saw his friends outside of school
and wasn't smoking or drinking away the stress
to hide the fact from his parents that he felt so fucking depressed.
Now get this bitch!
He's happy with how things worked out
even if he lost his soul and his mind
it doesn't matter at this time
all of this shit just means he's got more work cut out.
He can smile and hide all of this shit
inside that cranium of his
like the alienated prick that he is.
A brother, three sisters
he needs to stay strong for
and hope they get the life that he longed for
and if they don't what the fuck can he do?
Nothing.
He'll just keep on smiling for you.