All my thoughts got jumbled in my head, when I found out my dad was dead.
I sat in my room for hours and just cried, I couldn’t fight it no matter how hard I tried.
The worst part was the memories, every time I thought of him it would emphasize my miseries.
It creeps up on me when I least expect it, there’s nothing I can do but try and reject it.
That’s how I got to thinking that life is fucked up, even if you’re good, your life gets screwed up.
Im jumping over imaginary hurdles, no matter how fast I go I feel like I’m going slower than a turtle.
I know things will get better although I’d wish he’d come back, but he’s gone for good and he left my heart black.
My sky will be blue again I have hope, for now just get through it and try to cope.
I love him and I always will, and I know the solution isn’t in this pill.