I can't tell whether I'm sorry or just ******,
The only thing I know is that I surely won't be missed,
At least not by you dad, at least not by you,
And hell ain't it sad that all I ever seem to do
Is disappoint you time and again,
Always just a failure, a boy amongst men,
Forever looked down on from you so high above,
All I ever wanted was my fathers love, I heard those words maybe once, maybe twice,
"I'm proud of you son"
They gripped my heart like a vice,
But those days are past and mine are now numbered,
I'm sorry I couldn't be the son that you'd always wanted...

I wonder do you hate me? I think I might hate you,
But it's not your fault, I know that to be true,
As I know that my bloods red and my feelings are a kaleidoscope of blue,
I fell when you pushed me, where the son you wanted would have flew,
And I'm so sincerely sorry I ever did this to you...

I wonder if you'll visit me, when I am just a gravestone,
I don't hold out much hope, it was never really my home,
I was just a stranger, you didn't care to know,
And despite how much I wish you would I never once let it show...

I'm gonna wrap this up 'coz I hear your car on the driveway,
A good thing too as I'm almost out of things to say,
I don't know what's next, I'm a doubtful atheist,
I guess It'd be a waste of time if I prayed to a god that don't exist...