If I won't speak her name, if I won't face her grave
Maybe I'm to blame, maybe I'm to blame
Since you're gone, I've never felt the same
Well maybe I'm just a bad seed
Of the family
I'll get my sleep without tear-stained sheets
And I'll never come cryin' for sympathy
Well I need a place to run to
Yeah I need a place to hide
Yeah I need a place where I don't need a smile as my disguise
Am I to blame?
If I won't face your grave
Am I to blame? Am I to blame?
If I cannot bear to face your grave
And mother please shine down on me
Show me that I'm not the bad seed
Maybe I'm to blame, maybe I'm to blame
Since you're gone I never felt the same
Well maybe my mind's deceiving me
But I think you took the easy way out
You left me standing there empty handed
As soon as you put the gun in your mouth
So please don't keep on asking
If there's something wrong
'Cause you know damn well if I was fine
I would've never ever written this song
There was a, umm..... mentally challenged, kid at my highschool who, for whatever reason, liked to be called "Reaper". One day, "Reaper" was caught copulating with a sheep. From then on he was referred to as "Sheeper".
haha, yeah, well i was actually - nowadays my nieces adore me, and the family is proud of what i do...
i used to be treated as the devil himself like
quite a change eh?
i'll be the black sheep if i get into to cambridge - or will that be a extra white sheep? hmmm, nope havent a clue but the family think im strange, its not my fault i can balance geekdom and uberness
Don't be angry with me, son, I know I drove you from my door
I know that I've been foolish, lad, I've repented o'er and o'er
I should have given you my gold, for you have stood the test
I found the Black Sheep loves his dad, far better than the rest.