Growing up i was raised in hell
Hated and despised by my own father himself...

I could've never imagined for things to turn out...
Life was a fantasy as a kid...

As you turn to face me
We see eye to eye...

Every night and day i get on my knees and pray
that no matter where you are you'll be thinking of...

It's so hard to say goodbye
Because i already experienced the pain before...

It might be the end
I wish this was all pretend...

I dont smile like I used to
Or laugh like I did before...

I don't smile like i used to
or laugh like i did before...