Dear papa,
i miss you so much...

Drinking,
stealing...

Twisted conclusions can be heard,
my soul stretched, while dreams burned...

Pain and sorrow shall feed me now
upon this midnight hour...

Eyes hidden behind a angry mask
tell me Hun...

Do not weep at my grave,
for i am not gone...

You say your sorry,
but on your face...

I can plainly see it in your eyes,
the hate you hold for me...