How can one really know?
Me and your mother had split up
Back when you were young,
Then she won full custody.
Man, that really stung.
Now I've heard some different versions
on how she lost her life.
Did she lose control of the car
On that terrible night?
Or did she steer it off the bridge
And plunged into the dark?
How can one really know
About a dark and damaged heart?
And then I took you back with me
To live with my new wife,
And we both did our very best
To integrate our lives.
But from the start it headed south.
The bitterness was real.
You started hiding in your room,
You used it as a shield.
The way you treated your stepmom
With words so hard and sharp;
The awful things you said to her
With your dark and damaged heart.
I'd gone away on a business trip
And left you two alone,
And I have wished a thousand times
I'd never left our home.
My wife called late, her words were tears,
She said she had escaped,
But only after my own son
Had committed rape.
My mind spun out, my thoughts went wild,
My life was ripped apart.
I thought about the hate you had
In your dark and damaged heart.
They say that blood is thicker than water,
and both of them give life.
To be a man you need them both:
Lose one and then you'll die.
You're my blood and she's my water,
And there isn't any doubt;
I have brought you into this world,
I'm gonna take you out.
And I don't care what happens later,
My spirit has been scarred.
I gave you life and I'll take it out
Of your dark and damaged heart.
So now I'm waiting on death row
There isn't much to do.
There's a picture frozen in my mind
Of the day that I stabbed you.
My wife still visits me each week
And all we do is talk.
She tries to keep her spirits up,
Though I know she is distraught.
I think about the afterlife;
I'm sure I won't hear harps.
I'm certain that we'll meet again
With our dark and damaged hearts.