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?
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