Bastards from Letters Home by Defeater

I hope this finds you well
A father lost and mother dear
The family that's kept me here
hard lesson learned and I learned it well
How to lose everything
How to push you away
How to lie when I say
"I'll never raised a hand to the ones I love ever again."
You begged and prayed
For your god and his grace
To save you from me

My broken spirit and back
My calloused, shaking hands
The ache I carry in them
My grief and skeletons
The weight you carried inside
A weight that ain't my bloodline
Black out to sunlight
I count these burdens as mine
And all you see is that bastard in me

• Boston