Dad, I've got some questions
One, where the f** is mom?
Two, is she ever coming home?
Three, why did she leave us?
I know those are sort of the same question
But I'm feeling sorry for myself
Why am I always sad?
I keep pointing fingers but karma always get back at me
Sometimes, I lay awake thinking about the past and all the sh**ty things that happened
The way it all turned out and the way that things are now
What are scars but memories we can't forget?
Well Mom, you gave me a lot of scars and they really haven't faded
We all get your letters but you can't quite seem to get it
We all forgive, but none of us can forget
I hope you're doing well, maybe we'll talk again one day?
I love you, I loved you never
We'll be alright; we've made plans to hold our heads high