Sittin in my dad's house
and looking through this photo book...

I've never seen Dylan, my little baby brother.
We've got the same dad, but a different mother...

You keep on saying that you're sorry, daddy,
but I'm not mad at you...

As I stare out this window,
harder and harder it rains...

Life-
it's a quickly fading breath...

It's seems like an oxymoron,
but I promise you, it's not...

Just a cold day in November,
the end of our Thanksgiving break...

I called, and you didn't answer.
You've been gone for three days now...

Life is but a sea that I seem to be sinking in,
in the middle of the ocean with no hope...

When the anger rages within me,
or even in my sad shock...