Is it real?
Is it true?
Are really here without you?
Is there some drug we’re on?
You can’t really be gone.
Tell us someone please, we’re begging on our knees.
Tell us he’s still here, we’re not really crying these tears.
Maybe he’s on vacation, maybe it’s our imagination.
We must double check; he couldn’t have died of drugs!
How could he be dead?
Why was my daddy on drugs?
There must be some mistake.
I wish everyone were lying, because I can’t stop crying.
Never again will we feel his touch, we miss him oh so much.
How long must we wait to meet our fate, and be reunited with our daddy, brother, and