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...

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

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

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

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

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