not true to the eyes
a houes full of memories i cant seem to face,
the words i cant seem to say,
a lie i cant keep.
the boy will wonder,
where is his father,
and i will wonder too.
his pitchers still hung,
my letters not sent.
he left the boy who was to be our son,
he left the women that he once said he loved.
and now all thats left,
his cigarets,
to keep a foggy glair.
the words i cant seem to say,
a lie i cant keep.
the boy will wonder,
where is his father,
and i will wonder too.
his pitchers still hung,
my letters not sent.
he left the boy who was to be our son,
he left the women that he once said he loved.
and now all thats left,
his cigarets,
to keep a foggy glair.