Sometimes you take for granted what you have.
In retrospect I did this to you my dad...

Is it selfish to think
You turned away without a blink...

He thinks of me little
He doubts me a lot...

Words, words, there all the same yet so different...
in my mind they do reflect, and many were gone...

LIMBO IS THE POINT WHERE YOUR YOUR SEARCHING MIND...
TO SOME NEVER ENDING PERILOUS DARKNESS...