Why is it that you notice the signs in the end,
you wish you could go back to correct it but you...

Time is passing, the day is gone,
them games you were playing...

Dear father,
i wanna thank you for all the years you were gone...

You made me mad,
you made me cry...

The thoughts in my head,
run deep down inside...

Why am i the way i am?
why are you the way you are...

Someone you can talk to and,
never be afraid...