Grandfather, If you can hear me now; Would you be proud of you baby girl; Growing up in the cold, cold world. Would be proud of the way I carry myself, Even though inside I'm not much of a women Sometimes I dress like a man despite the words that people say "Don't touch her she's gay." The tears roll down my face each and everyday I wish the depression would just fade away Sometimes I think of you, And wonder if you ever think of me After you died my life has been broke as can be I cut on myself to see how much I bleed I can't take this life, for what I am not cut to be, Stands right in front of me. Grandfather, Would you ever look me in the eyes again? I know I've done wrong But I ask for forgiveness, From someone I haven't seen in so long