Once a year your day would come,
And I would play the role of daughter...

A love once had now dazzled in dust,
A lack of reliance, a lack of trust...

Clouded vision, stumbled steps,
Bloodshot eyes, hidden regrets...

Patter patter--
silence...

These regrets lay quietly, Deep within my mind,
Day by day decaying, Until I come to find...

I look forward to the day,
That you show me the true you...

House on fire,
Sinking ship...

Reseal the damage,
Fill in all cracks...

When I'm down and feeling blue,
On the floor broke in two...

They still talk of hope;
Bitter lies dripped from your tongue...