Father -

Father looking straight at me

From a silver frame

Teenage clothes, a genuine smile I can’t recall

Father you were just like me

Cut from the same cloth

Never really learned to cry or laugh out loud

Talk to me, please, for real

‘Cause I’m so tired of living through my memories

Wondering what you’d think of me

Staring at the ground

Like I don’t know where I belong anymore

Caught in all these strong emotions

I can’t hear your distant voice

Were you expecting something different?

For sometimes I wish I was just anywhere else

Far from here

Anyone else except myself

Killing what was there before

Speechless after all this time

Holding words inside

Crowding in my throat but still I can’t let go

Father what you’d think of me

Caught in all these strong emotions

I can’t hear your distant voice

Were you expecting something different?

For sometimes I wish I was just anywhere else

Far from here

Anyone else except myself

Killing what was there before