I'm sitting,thinking
of a father who thinks stink.
Who likes his life
because of his wives.
I'm sitting,thinking
of life and how fast
it passed by.
Wishing I had a father for a guide.
I'm sitting,thinking
knowing the pain is real.
I try not to make it a big deal
but its like rain.
One by one
it hits the ground
and splash's all around.
I'm sitting,thinking
of love and how it hurts
deep down inside
hoping,
longing,
it fulls me up.
i'm sitting,thinking
