Gone

Everyday a different story, too bad my life stays the same
you know it's too late for sorry, this heart of mine beats with pain
for 18 years I've stayed quiet, silence offered better words

Still I wish that you would cry for me
Because I was always dying to know you

And what about my friends, am I supposed to say?
You fell asleep at the wheel, and never walked away?
I'm sure they would not understand, but now I know It's better that way

What kind of father would you be, and what kind of man would you make me
you know I don't care if you see me or not