Complication

I don’t want to talk. I got a headache.
I don’t want to think of what I’ve done.
I don’t want to see no one at all today.
Send them all away,
and they won’t see me crying anymore.

Your momma was just keeping my appointment.
I never would have dreamed you’d come to harm.
Nobody ever dreams worlds will collide today;
blow your dreams away.
Now there’s no normal future anymore.

The doctors say it’s what the well-born families do,
but what do families know?
Your grandma prayed that no such pain would come to you,
but where do prayers go?
Now I can’t clear my troubled mind.
We have to wear this all our lives.

The bill is paid but I have lost my life.
I guess you won’t have a daddy anymore.
Goodbye.