Once again thingking of times we shared And then realizing they were never there Cause when I colse my eyes And I see that you're not there Once gain can we stop pretending... Such a mess... Now and then I feel ashamed I have your genes Becasue when the past catches up I see that then I was so young I was so small so blind to see All these things define you in my memory... Such a mess Lack of class all integrity is left behind. Constant grasping just now realizing it's not fair But never there it's better off the same... Mom was always there for me But you were not Why can't you see the time has gone so far Mom was always there for me I love you mom Dad can't you see that I don't need Your fucking Christmas card