I was too little to remember 
the day my daddy left,
but he told me he loved me 
then left with a kiss.

Some years later my dad 
moved on, he started a family,
and left his old one behind.

We had some arguments 
that led to fights,
I said some awfull things 
I didn't mean.

I always thought my
daddy didn't love me
so I became depressed,
then turned to drugs.

I lost some friends but 
gained new trends.

I took some pills 
to calm my nerves, but 
all it did was make 
it worse.

He said come on they'll 
help you out. They'll
take out the pain, and 
bring in strength.

Sometimes I wish I 
could have died,
and that those pills 
would have taken my life.

Maybe I wanna die, 
Maybe I wanna commit suicide.
Maybe it's not time.
Give it a couple of years
then I'll decide.

I'm more scared of life 
than of death. 
I just wish I could 
end this mess.

You say you love me,
but is it true? Do you 
care for me, do you? do you?