| Pardon me,
if I could get a minute or two,
I know you don't know me,
but I have some things to ask you;
How do you survive so heartless?
What's your secret, and what's your plan?
Is it walking away?
Because I heard that you ran;
How do you turn a blind eye,
and accept that your hollow?
You can bite the bullet,
but it's harder to swallow;
Have you ever been regretful?
or even reflective?
because a father without a son,
sounds a bit defective. | |
