When I Was Your Dad
I can still taste the flavor of regrets
Wish I was good before she had left
I can still recall myself being a monster
Wish I knew how to be a real father.
She showed me life but I was blind
She held my hands but I was numb
Years were wasted because of me
Hope I was kind when she had me.
It’s so sad to know that we only have both
But I never gave her a chance to see my whole world
Locking her out was such a cruel thing
How could a father do such a worst thing?
She decided to fly and find a better home
Hoping to see herself in a right place
But here I am tasting these drops of tears
Wish I wasn’t a bad dad when she had me
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