A is a man,
a good friend of mine.
But can I tell you a secret?
I think he's lost his mind.
From the way he talks to his narcissistic act.
A is an Australian man.
A is an ******* and a quick thinker.
A likes my pictures.
A is my friend.
I love him.
Quite a lot actually.
It's silly.
It is what it is I guess.
I hope he comes back to me.
Time will tell. Won't it?

Time goes by and I sit in the chair
every day waiting for you to walk through
the door.
The hardest goodbye's are the goodbye's left unsaid.
I know them all too well.
But I cope.

You can live without me, and I can live without you, but who's to say we didn't already die.

Daddy goes for walks,
he bring backs rocks.
Names them.
Puts them in a little box,
and keeps them for safe keeping.
Daddy doesn't know
how sad this makes me.
My daddy is crazy.
Daddy's weird.
Daddys this and that.
But I love him.