You think all those nice things that you give me are going to change everything?
I dont care how much you give me...i care how much you love me.
You have never been there, here, or anywhere.
You have been a shadow behind me.
You have never been a person in front of me.
You have always hid away from me.
Now that you try to get close to me.
It's too late...even though I have food because of you.
Nice clothes on my back...that will never change what you never gave me.
I love you even more than I love mom.
I dont understand this...why?
Why? I ask myself...dad you were never there.
You have been my shadow.
But I love you more than mom.
Sometimes I think of a reason.
But...all you have ever given me is: nice clothes on my back, food, and pain.
Why did we have to be so materialist?
Why cant I have a piece of you?
Material things will never be able to give me....what you never gave me.
