I didn't know what to do,
I hope I meant alot to you.
It hurt so bad I had to cry,
and now I don't know why...
why we have to choose things that hurt us bad,
why we have to suffer when we loose our dad.
But why did i have to choose,
giving it up to you?
I hope you keep it and never let it go,
and now i really need you to know:
If i could go back,
i would have never done that.
I would have said no,
I woudn't loose.
But that was that was a worry i had to choose.
