I’m ‘bout to talk about you dad, about the time you left us, you made me a loser since I was born, but now I want to tell you I don’t care anymore.
I swear ourselves a better life. I’m glad to tell you that I am here and I am still alive.
What if I can’t breath? What if I can’t stop watching you in the mirror?
What if I can’t breath? What if I can’t stop watching you in the mirror? What if I hate you?
I can’t be perfect, I’m glad to tell you I don’t care anymore.
Mom is crying, dad, cause you are not here. You escaped like a runaway, and I wonder if you feel this cold at night, I would want you to live this pain.
I swear ourselves a better life. I’m glad to tell you that I am here and I am still alive.
What if I can’t breath? What if I can’t stop watching you in the mirror? What if I hate you?
I can’t be perfect, I’m glad to tell you I don’t care anymore.