I dont have much time left
i can feel it in my heart
because you never took one look at me
not one real look
i was forced to remember a life forgotten
and now i cant sleep at night
and now i cant clear my mind
and now i have all these bad habbits
all the guilt from the knife
pushed down in my gut
until the day i let it out
and i can feel that day
creeping up on me
as i watch my father sitting across the table
i am silently saying goodbye
the only thing i wonder is
what will the boy in philly do when im gone
the one who never looked at me
not really
