Testo: 1080. Opened Mouth, Closed Fist, Narrow Mind, Wide Swing.

Taken for granted am I / Yet I know he meant it out of love / But am I really his punching bag? / No! I'm really just his son / Recognition's lost in shades of black and blue / We opened our hearts, our minds, our lives for you
I always thought that I knew / That home was where the heart was... / Not where the hurt came from / And as I turn my back to you, I remember / You came home with an opened mouth and a closed fist for your family...