I let you down again. Through your point of view I've made a mess of my whole life. I can't change your perception you're best without knowing I have no sympathy. He was my dad too. You moved out west, I stayed back east. Strictly for the family.
September brought me nothing but pain. You left me for dead. So I left you a note. It read please leave me alone so I can lick my wounds and get back up on my feet.
A subtle scene of imagery you called it as it was. I called you up to let you know I've been rehearsing this for that one day we hash this shit out. I'm not breaking down, I'm building up.
It's not that I don't care. I've just been hurt. I'm telling everyone about you. I can't believe it's almost been eight years. It's like a bad dream, we're only getting older.