My soul burns,
With so much pain...
Dyed peacock green
Rain sight unseen...
Feeling sick,
Short of breath...
My father left me when i was 3 months old
he got to see me everyday until i was about 4 1/2...
My days,my weeks,my years,they all slip away like...
i observe helplessly on the sidewalk as i have...
To him life is a game,
a game of misery and pain...
You must think
You must think i'm crazy...
My father left me when i was 3 months old
he got to see me everyday until i was about 4 1/2...
I got up the guts
to go and talk to you...
You promised that you would take my hand
and together we would buy some land...
Why does the sweet smell of incense come,
Though nothing is burning...
Daddy you lied to me,
You said grandma was okay...