I'm listening to silence,
As bells ring inside my head,
Thinking of a certain someone,
And wishing to be dead.
Why can't he hold me by the hand,
Why wont he tell me what to feel,
Can't he guide me through the darkness,
Like a true father; someone real.
Why can't he kneel beside me,
And ask me what is wrong,
Can't he just ask me how school was,
I guess I knew it all along.
Why wont my father be my dad,
Why wont he love me like fathers should,
Why does he make me cry when he could,
Take it away; I wish he would. |
