All I Have Left To Think.

You can look me in the eyes,
repeat it each time with more compassion.
You can reach within my heart,
and promise to never, never do it again.

But, it's not that easy. . .
to win my love back.
It's actually quite hard,
when you're everything I lack.

And, I dream of you,
holding me in your arms again.
I think of you - -
treating me with such compassion.

But, it's not that easy,
to win my father back.
It's actually quite hard,
when he's everything I lack.

We've fought time and time again,
and it's not coming to an end.

We've dreamt to be more close,
but we're far from what we've chose.

We've sought out more love,
than either can pray above.

And, we've caused more pain,
than a serial killer insane.

We've fought time and time again,
and it's not coming to an end.

Though I yearn for him,
as I yearn for the lover of my soul.
Though I think of him,
as I do the one that makes me whole.

He's nothing like the dream,
The dream I dream each night.
He's nothing like a waste of time,
with skills during each useless fight.

And, I know it's wrong to say -
we're not close enough to love.
But, it's all I have left to think
when all push comes to shove.