04 August 2006

Always

What were you thinking? I've got a right to ask. Is there a reason, othr than your past? A great pretender, why was I the last to see through your skin? Is there a chance you'll ever change?

It's always the same; you're always to blame. Is there any way around this? I can't see. You walked out on her, you planned to be free. I'm trying not to point the finger, but it's killing me.

What were you thinking? Were you thinking of me? Did you see what they wrote on the family tree? I know it's over, all in the past. I need to forgive you, if I'm to last; will I ever change?

It's always the same; you're always to blame. Is there any way around this? I can't see. You walked out on her, you planned to be free. I'm trying not to point the finger, but it's killing me.

Take these pieces thrown away, put them together from night and day. Washed by the sun, dried by the rain, to be my father in the fatherless days.

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