We know you're smoking MJ again;
We can smell it coming from the back room...
As I stare out this window,
harder and harder it rains...
Waking up to Mum and Dad fighting
Hiding under the blankets...
This man
They say I have his eyes...
On edge of cliff he stood that night
With wrinkled hands he gripped the bow...
You're suffocating me, get off, I can't breathe
The only thing that keeps me hanging on is knowing...
Mother wanted daughters,
Yet father wanted sons...
Years have passed
But the memories are going to last...
Big raindrops of tears fall from my eyes
why did he have to leave...
So small and fragile
Gasping for air...
Growing up together
is all we ever wanted...
You are usually here
this time of year...