Chapter 12

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Tyler pov

I went to my room. I went under my bed getting my song book out. I started touching the outline of it. I remember me and my dad writing this song together. Just remembering this piece of memory had brought tears in my eyes. I took my piano from under the bed. I started taking the pieces out and putting them together. After a few minutes on fixing it. I start playing the first key of it.

As life goes on I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility

And I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me

So I want to take this time out to apologize for things that I've done

And things that haven't occurred yet

And things that they don't want to take responsibility for.

I'm sorry for the times that I left you home

I was on the road and you were alone

I'm sorry for the times that I had to go

I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know

That you were sitting home just wishing we

Could go back to when it was just you and me

I'm sorry for the times I would neglect

I'm sorry for the times I disrespect

I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done

I'm sorry I'm not always there for my sons

I'm sorry for the fact that I am not aware

That you can't sleep at night when I am not there

Because I'm in the streets like every day

I'm sorry for the things that I did not say

Like how you are the best thing in my world

And how I am so proud to call you my girl

I understand that there are some problems

And I am not too blind to know

All the pain you kept inside you

Even though you might not show

If I can't apologize for being wrong

Then it's just a shame on me

I'll be the reason for your pain

And you can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me

Said you can put the blame on me

Said you can put the blame on me

Said you can put the blame on me

You can put the blame on me

I'm sorry for the things that he put you through

And all the times you didn't know what to do

I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags

Just trying to stay busy till you heard from dad 

when you would rather be home with all your kids

As one big family with love and bliss

And even though pops treated us like kings

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