Every thing I do is wrong
Kinda like this song
Oh... well life goes on
At least for some
Others turn to a gun
Never to wake and see the sun
Or to be able to raise their own son
Just imagine what they could have become
Or the things they could have done
The things that could have changed
The words that could have been said
Were tossed aside instead
Now they are just dead
And for what?
No one will ever know
You will never be able to show
Anyone else how to be or not to be
Now look what you did to me
You could never see
Or even get to know me
I wish you knew how this hurt me
The things you could have taught me
The wisdom that you could have shared
Were you really that scared?
Was life really that bad?
That you turned down the chance to be a dad
You could have been the dad you never had
So much could have been saved
You could have showed me how to shave
That isn't all that I have to miss
I never got a kiss
We never got to fish
All of this
I have missed
No matter how much I wish
And how much I pray
You will never be here for my next birthday
What do you have to say?
I don't want to be mad
I wish I weren't so sad
All I wanted was a dad
Is that to much to ask?
I hate my past
I'm always put last
Things will never change
They can only be rearranged
And that's what I plan to do
After all you put me through
But not for you
For my son
I will never leave my wife
Or ruin his life
I will do all I can
To turn him into a man
I have so much to say
It's so hard to explain
All of this pain
My life will never be the same.
I sure will make things right
I will put up more of a fight
This will be a delight
I will be as strong as I can every night
I will leave my boy a night light
To keep away his fright
I will teach him all I know
I will be sure to take him to see his favorite show
He will always know
That me his dad
The one I never had
Is more the glad
To be his dad
I will never tell
How you put me through hell
But I won’t lie
I will look him in his eye
And explain to him
The situation he is in
Really isn't new
Many like you have to go through
This sort of thing
Pretending nothing is wrong
This is the end of my song
The last thing I have to say is
The reason I bother
To be a good father
Is to keep the world from hate
And such a sick fate
So we don't have to relate
To this again
The End.
 
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