A Father To Me

I cling to the words you once told me,
of wanting to be different,
of wanting to be better.
Your excuse was your youth
to absolve the burden of guilt,
to bandage my bruised ego.
I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place,
trying to find the words to say e
xactly what you wrecked and the scars you left
when you deserted me.
Would it even matter if you knew I blamed myself?
Is it true, what they say?
So here’s a farewell to a man who wasn’t man enough,
a girl who was naive for thinking you could change.
I hope it hurts you now to think about life without me.
I reject the lines you once fed me,
of wanting to start over,
of wanting me to forgive.
Is it true, what they say, that actions speak louder?
Is it true, what they say?
‘Cause so far yours have been hushed.
So here’s a farewell to a man who wasn’t man enough,
a girl who was naive for thinking you could change.
I hope it hurts you now to think about life without me.
Despite of you, I’ve done well for myself.
I’m still able to love and be loved.
I cannot help but feel grateful.
You gave me someone you could never be…
a father to me.