Hey dad, or Sean, I don't really know what to call you I guess. I've been thinking of what I'd say if I ever got to talk to you. When mom first told me you existed I was 18 and I told myself that we'd never speak, that you didn't matter. Now that you're gone I just don't know.
I want to end this, I drew my line in the sand, And now I define who I am as a man, It's time to let to, it's time to let go, I want to go back to the days, Where life wasn't dull or gray, Where I was vibrant, and alive and, had a world I thought I could strive in,
I wonder every day if you'd be proud of me. And I wonder how differently life would have been. I wonder if you thought of me as frequently as I do you. In the back of my head I always knew I'd want to talk to you later on in life, the possibility you wouldn't be there when that say came never even crossed my mind.
I had everything I needed, but time moves by too fast, I was never built to last, never fucking built to last, We're all spit on and beaten, And life is just a grievance, This is my finale, my ending, I've been breaking more connections than I've been mending
It's been about a week since I learned you died. You know, it sucks, because not only do I not know a damn thing about you, but I didn't even get to go to the funeral. I know you don't feel the same since you never wanted me in your life, but I love you dad, and I wish you were still here. I'll see you soon.
Anxiety fills my chest, and lead fills my lungs, I'll put this gun to my mouth and let the last song be sungTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
