Your the boy i see in my dreams
i day dream about you each and every day...

Daddy whyd you leave us?
then come back when i was 8...

I feel as tho its all going down
as i sit here and cry fro you...

Im not worried to much
yeah i loved you...

So Ive deleted your numbers
forgot your face...

As i sit here and wonder
how shit got so bad...

Sitting here looking at your picture
things just aren't quite the same...

I'm done with all this shit
I'm just done with life...