I'm good with words I'm good
with manipulation but I could
never persuade you to love me
as much as I loved you it was
too hard for me to do I tried everything
wishing I could sing and you
like the song constantly asking
myself what did I do wrong
"what did I do wrong"?
you said a lot of things but
never did you answer the
question it lead me to believe
it was nothing I knew it was nothing
but your actions left me needing
something you couldn't give
I fell out on the floor I didn't
want to live "I didn't want to live"
I couldn't die because my
heart didn't' feel the same
though it complained about
the pain I had to muddle through
I could not bring myself to
understand you, you were
supposed to love me that
was your job to do I was your
only child I belonged to you
when you died I couldn't
come through because
while everybody was at the
podium lying I was holding
on to the truth is I wish I
didn't waste all these years
holding on to you I was 2 or 3
when you left me on the front
porch crying out to you
you ran like you were late
for work you had one job to do
I wish you were here
not because I miss you
I want to punch you in
the face I swear I do