So there this guy
I call him my dad...

Many years ago
I saw your bags packed...

I want to be good
I dont want to cutt...

This person i once loved is gone
This person ment everything to me...

I try to look happy
I try to lie...

I can see u wispering something to me
I can hear u telling me im bad...

Im just a kid
i dont want him to call me names...

As my life is changing
I wish he could be here...

I cant be happy,
I cant be sad...

Thanksgiving is a time for familys
To pretned like they get along...

So I'm sitting here
Everything I'm working on doesn't seem to Marta...

So I'm sitting here
Everything I'm working on doesn't seem to Marta...