It's always the same
You're always to blame
Is there any way around this
I can't see
You walked out on her
You planned to be free
I'm trying not to point the finger
But it's killing me
What were you thinking
Were you thinking of me
Did you see what they wrote
On the family tree
I know it's over
All in the past
I need to forgive you?
If I'm to last - will I ever change
Take these pieces thrown away
Put them together from night 'n' day
Washed by the sun
Dried by the rain
To be my father
In the fatherless days
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