When I was younger, my dad would hold me near his chest. I could hear his young heart beating, but now there’s nothing left. He’s buried underground, he just sleeps and sleeps and never wakes his eyes.
So here’s a thank you to you, dad; I’ll never recover from always being sad. I’m done with every sleepless night. My tired bed, well, he and I are finally getting sleep.
You and I live different lives, ‘cause one of us was innocent in this. You and I can’t deny that one of us was innocent in this.