Look at me, see these tears, this is your signature left on my face to remember, could it be that I'm not supposed to play this part?
Nothing was right, inside there was fright, I was young and joyful, that came down..when you left and frowned...my heart had been broke and stumped on.
Your roll was to be a dad indeed and protect me no matter whatever happened.
Bruises fade father but the pain remains the same, you can not change, my last name is a signature of pain, you don't know how i used to think when i was small, the darkness of the shadows reveal the emptiness of my soul.
Now I'm older, i finally understand, that i don't need you..or need you to guide me or hold my hand..It would be meaningful to see you once again..and look how i have become and see if you have changed within..
The biggest impact was you who changed my life..and someone has taken over and your losing out this time...for years i wondered if you were coming back, glad that its over but its not you who i call dad, you slowly hurt me with stronger pain growing inside..
When you last called and i heard your voice over all this time you sound like a stranger who feels lonely and empty inside..
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same, my last name is a signature of your pain, I'm older and wiser to understand your game, i don't hate you, but you burnt out the flame.....I'm OK...
