I don't own The Outsiders or Animal I have Become by Three Days Grace. I made this because I was bored, please no flames.
I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Jonathan Sr. knew his alcohol problems had to stop. His wife, Gloria, had told him many times. He was just so bitter and angry, and this was his only escape.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal
Jonathan wanted to believe he could stop. But, as his wife has told him, he'll never stop. He won't stop beating his only son, and he won't stop drinking booze. That's just how it had to be.
I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
He couldn't control the things he did when he was drunk. He vaguely remembers a time when there was no booze, and he and his wife had nice jobs, supporting their son. But when his sister, Mary, died, he just couldn't take it anymore. She was his only family left.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
When Jonathan Sr. was twelve, his mother died of an illness. His father had walked out on them long ago. His older sister, age seventeen, raised him from then on. She was his only source of comfort and protection, seeing as he had no other siblings.
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
But ever since Mary died, seven years ago, he had started picking up the booze. He couldn't control this addiction, even if he wanted to. She had meant a lot to him.
Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell
Countless nights he could remember fighting with Gloria about the boy. She told him about how much he hurt the boy, mentally and physically, by this abuse. Jonathan Sr. didn't remember abusing his son; only bits and pieces were stowed away in his memory.
This animal, this animal
This animal, this animal
This animal, this animal
This animal
Jonathan Sr. loved his son, deep down, whether he knew it or not. He knew his son loved him, he just didn't care. He had the booze, and that was all he wanted. No matter how much he and Gloria fought about it, he wouldn't put the alcohol down. Never. Not if he could help it.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Jonathan Sr. has truly become an animal. He is now this person who beats his son and his wife, and who gets lost in the booze. He doesn't even recognize himself anymore. He doesn't care who gets hurt in the process, just as long as he has his own escape. He didn't used to be like this, an animal, but there was no way he could stop this on his own.
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal I have become
But, really, he sought help. His abuse towards his son was his own twisted way of crying out for help. Maybe someone would notice, and take him away from his wife and son. Then, reality would hit him like a ton of bricks, and he'd get his priorities straight.
Not likely, the man thought bitterly, as he took another sip of booze.
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