Dear son, daddy's never coming back home He passed on, claim him as one of your own My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn And I know, papa never intended for this To drag me, down into this bottomless pit I've been given just about all I can chew I think back on love's empty truth And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died I walked in, cops talking standing around I kneeled down, his body lying there on the ground I begged please, please let me get a minute with him And they said, "Don't touch anything kid" It smelt like life just exit the room I cried to the shell of a man I once knew My mind's head spinning way, out of control I can't believe it's been three long, years ago And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day Dear son, daddy's never coming back home I've gone wrong, wish I had the strength to live on I can't breathe, is there any air left in here? I can't believe, everything I hold disappears It's gone on, time and time again I'm alone And dear son, daddy's never coming back home And I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died © ZAMPELLA MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com