They told me you were sick, and they told me you were sad.
But the only thing I really understood is that you were my Dad.
One day you were gone, but I couldn’t let go.
Why you took your own life, I just had to know.
Didn’t you love us? Didn’t you care?
You were our father, you were supposed to always be there.
Me and my brothers, weren’t we enough?
To make you a man, to make you want to be tough?
God didn’t call you, but still you ran.
Looking for an escape, searching for his hand.
You left us behind, you took your own life.
Never considering your children and your wife.
Our lives went on they went on it's true,
Our lives went on, they went on without you.
You missed the good times. You missed the bad.
And today I find it hard to miss the father that I never really had.
