May the first was a day i failed
the day the gay had no other way
and the prisoner in my lonesome heart
has no key to travel away
the days are dim and they are feared
they laughed they ran and they screamed
they watered dead roses they were poor
they forgot my unbreakable rule
poor, they turn to be fools.
oh! My days, shame on my days
shame on the time i lost the speech
i lost the power i had to reach
and now, for nothing is to be changed
nothing can be arranged
i am a daughter with no dad
and till now, it doesn't seem so bad.
here i am with a person screaming around,
and another slapping the ground
however, i sit here so damn alone,
watching my father forever gone
