How many years will I miss? Will the days miss me, too, as I pa** them by? Am I you to your father now? It’s the most I could ask for. I’m grateful, even in leaving. I’m not alone any more. I promise. I try to stay happy, but the future fights back. Am I you to your
father now? It’s the most I could ask for. I’m grateful, even in leaving, but I don’t want to be the one to brush the dust from your hands, hoping that one day I can be a better man.