Josiah Vermont

Tried following in your parent’s footsteps
I wanted to walk the path of mine
That we would end up miles apart
going separate ways
is no surprise
The bitterness you carry now
existed long before the split
You say I’m vain and manipulative
when you were the definition of it
I led you down a road you didn’t belong on
that was my fault
You said to choose between you and my father
and changed my locks
Could never see a brighter perspective,
Halfway there, the glass half full
I’ve witnessed a damsel in distress
morph into Cruella Daville
Your suit doesn’t fit me
put it back on the shelf
This rose has only thorns left
maybe it suits somebody else