It's Perspetive Baby

I, we, our children felt so damn sorry for ourselves You said "Imagine if we were in a concentration camp" that pretty much did it every time, it brought us back all of us, every time. Then you forgot perspective yourself Maybe your Daddy died and that messed you up. But we still depended on you to bring us back to how good our life was we depended on your perspective For a moment, you forgot your persective Sweetie, you cried and it scared us But you got it back So we asked ourselves our children and I to imagine a life without you and we got Your Perspective