I thought he was the one.
I thought wrong.
He said he would love me right.
But inside he was out of sight.
When he held me, he held me tight.
But when he looked at me, nothing felt right.
I could tell by the sadness in his voice.
That something was bothering this boy.
The pain in his eyes said everything.
That he could have everything.
Then really have nothing in the end.
His dad called him every night.
On this night, I sat holding him tight.
The phone had not rang.
But no one had yet come.
Then there was a knock at the door.
And Daddy's Boy was no more.
