I don't know what it's like,
to wake up one morning, excited
to tell him of the crazy dream
you had, and walk in to find
that he's walked out for good.


I don't know what it's like,
to spend your free time, trying
to search for a man you thought
just left you on a curb, and see
that he didn't know you exist.


I don't know what it's like,
to lose the man you could
have sworn was invincible,
and wake up every morning
with such uncontrollable grief.


I don't know what it's like,
to have a dad that you can
count on day in and day out
to be there to support you for
every little struggle in life.


I do know what it's like,
to have a father who spends
his free time with beer, and
yells and emphasizes his point
by pushing people around.


I do know what it's like,
to be told that you'll never
amount to anything from the
only person you have to
support anything you do.


I do know what it's like,
to find your own family
and make a life for yourself
even though you still go home
every night living in fear.


I do know what it's like,
to leave the man that was
the cause of so much pain,
and to live with the memories
still trying to move forward.


I do know what it's like,
to think that this day is pointless.