memories are growing weary, and i'm getting older. the paper on the table lists all the failures and sad outcomes that i've been a part of. the contract on my life will never be worth the price you paid for being my father. the smiles are still here currently, just know. i know you miss mom but you're too scared to let that go aren't you, i'd be the same way. my first love.
my name on paper; will never be erased; for the ink that was spilled; was built up in your and mom's memory. the image of me burning out would kill you; so it won't, the image of me will begin to grow brighter; and i'll mend up and move on when i'm ready to. but for now; i think i'll just sink right here and watch your heartbreak again because you can't have her; is it better off since you moved away? i missed your company; please. stay.
