What were you thinking?
I got a right to ask.
Is there a reason,
Other than your past?
A great pretender…
Why was i the last,
To see through your skin?
Is there a chance,
You’ll ever change?
It’s always the same.
You’re always to blame.
Is there any way around this?
I can’t see.
You walked out of here,
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?
They wrote of me.
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.