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