My mother or not,
You can't tell me,
That he is dead to me.
He may never be,
Dead to me.
Father or not,
You may not tell me,
He is dead to me.
Take my keys.
Take my freedom.
But he took my heart.
So family or not,
You do not decide,
Who is,
Dead to me.
I decide,
Good for me,
Dead to me,
Bad for me,
And to get away from me.
But no one decides,
Who I think,
Is dead to me.
