Questions I Ask

I can't help but start thinkin After all this drinkin People keep sinkin 6 feet under It makes me wonder How your gonna sit there and say My life isn't that great Bet you can't walk a mile in the shoes I made They fade, I just wish my father could of stayed I still wanna see true love to this day. Sometime's I wonder If im really goin under I can't picture my daughter without a mother She's already missin her father It's like my past has now been passed to another Which my past was passed down from my mother Why do we all have to suffer?