[THE AMERICAN]
When I was nine I learned survival
Taught myself not to care
I was my single good companion
Taking my comfort there
Up in my room I planned my conquests
On my own, never asked for a helping hand
No one would understand
I never asked the pair who fought below
Just in case they said "No"
Pity the child who has ambition
Knows what he wants to do
Knows that he'll never fit the system
Others expect him to
Pity the child who knew his parents
Saw their faults, saw their love die before his eyes
Pity the child that wise
He never asked, "Did I cause your distress?"
Just in case they said "Yes"
When I was twelve my father moved out
Left with a whimper, not with a shout
I didn't miss him, he made it perfectly clear
I was a fool and probably queer
Fool that I was, I thought this would bring
Those he had left closer together
She made her move the moment he crawled away
When I was nine I learned survival
Taught myself not to care
I was my single good companion
Taking my comfort there
Up in my room I planned my conquests
On my own, never asked for a helping hand
No one would understand
I never asked the pair who fought below
Just in case they said "No"
Pity the child who has ambition
Knows what he wants to do
Knows that he'll never fit the system
Others expect him to
Pity the child who knew his parents
Saw their faults, saw their love die before his eyes
Pity the child that wise
He never asked, "Did I cause your distress?"
Just in case they said "Yes"
When I was twelve my father moved out
Left with a whimper, not with a shout
I didn't miss him, he made it perfectly clear
I was a fool and probably queer
Fool that I was, I thought this would bring
Those he had left closer together
She made her move the moment he crawled away
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