I'll forever scream it loud and clear.
Listen up, This is for the world to hear.
It's going on two years, and I've never felt so betrayed.
You're still sitting by his side wasting away.
Take a long hard look in the mirror, and tell me what you see.
I can't recognize you anymore.
Each day I gaze out the window and wonder,
What could you possibly be thinking?
You're losing your only son to a fugitive.
You're quickly running out of chances.
I'll tip my hat to you one last time.
What could you possibly be thinking?
How could you give me up?