Laying here almost dead
eyes closed ; surrondings silent
nothing but an empty chair
waking up to see the tears of my dad
speechless; baby why
closing my eyes, going back hours before
empty pill bottles across my bedroom floor
the pain, the pain dad, thats why
his hands on my arms where the needles inject
in my paper gown, let me forget this night
my plastic mirror, my empty hospital room
locks on the pretty bars that laid across the window still
i wanted to live, but i ask myself why
looking back up at his face, worried and concerned
why you ask, because i cant leave him here alone
the memory of his face, the memories all together
are just too painful to put into words
