If you happen to read this
I’m dead and gone
I always wanted to tell you what I thought
When I was left alone
Your shade should’ve been protective
I never found it now I can’t forgive
The absence of your help around
Your strategies and all your lies
I got a letter today, it said that being
My son was not a blessing
I wish I could apologize
But all that’s left is rain in my eyes
All that’s left is rain in my eyes
On the edge of falling
I called your name
The only answer I got was the echo of a silhouette
Which looked familiar