Once again thingking of times we shared

And then realizing they were never there

Cause when I colse my eyes

And I see that you're not there

Once gain can we stop pretending...

Such a mess...

Now and then I feel ashamed I have your genes

Becasue when the past catches up

I see that then I was so young

I was so small so blind to see

All these things define you in my memory...

Such a mess

Lack of class all integrity is left behind.

Constant grasping just now realizing it's not fair

But never there it's better off the same...

Mom was always there for me

But you were not

Why can't you see the time has gone so far

Mom was always there for me

I love you mom

Dad can't you see that I don't need

Your fucking Christmas card