It’s harder to come to terms
With my grandfather not wanting anything to do with me
Than it is my own father
As my father is dead, but my grandfather is truly alive and kicking
He’s wants nothing to do with me, I wish he was tricking
I only have my self to blame, I guess
Because at his sons funeral, I did not say I was sorry
I simply looked away, as if not to worry
He saw the tears rolling down my face
He walked away, slowly, with a disheartened pace
I remember seeing him there,
The look in his eyes
Hearing the sound of this strong mans cries
I remembers his wife saying, “Come now, Johnâ€
“Hurry up, please come alongâ€
That was always the way
It was always her word that went
His love was worth no more than money spent
At that funeral, my sister, hugged this man
But I could not
My feelings of hurt, my feelings of pain
Were never forget
My brother said, “Brittany, just forgive himâ€
I’ve always been too strong willed for my on good
After he left, and even now
I think I should
I just want my grandfather
I was his favourite when I was favoriteright from the start
I’m aware I broke this old man’s his heart
But you see, when I was seven and he said he’d meet me
He never did show
I was in Wollongong with my mother
As my tears began to flow
I got used to people I loved leaving
They would leave me alone, crying and heaving
When I was younger, and I’d stay at his house
We’d go for a drive in the dark
And we’d pretend we were lost
He broke my heart, was that the cost?
To get back home, we’d buy an ice cream
Always just the two of us
I thought I had his love, I thought it was a plus
I didn’t think that he would leavee didn’t think that my heart would break
I don’t know why, but after all this time
I’ve been crying over him
I want him to come back tome back to me
And tell me that he still cares
Instead of it being mine
I want it to be his heart that he bear
