All alone sitting in a house.
Suffocated in my living room.
The clock is ticking as times a wasting.

Drinking and smoking.
My thoughts are hazed with the cigarette smell.
Looking at videos when I was a father.

I was focused on the screen even though I was drunk
I kept my eyes on the little girl.
She jumped on a mans lap and gave him a big hug.
The man pulled away from her set her down
And walked to the fridge for a beer.

Was that really me that was doing that.
Wow this drug has really got a hold on me.
I just wan tot brake through and see her again, hold her in my arms and not
pull away from her like I used to do.

Days pass by as I still think of her.
No sign no steps no clues.
I wish that I took a different path I wish I could turn around and rewind
the clock.

I take a walk in the city and see a billboard.
That’s my little girl except she’s all grown up.
She has made it big in her life.

She did not turn out to be like her father.
Wow I look up to her now I wish I could see her and tell her that I’m
proud.
O my goodness is that her I run up and say hello as she stands there
speechless.

She looks at me and looks me in the eye
She gave me a hug,
And said dad where have you been all these years?



 
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