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Dad


Goodbye To the days when we used to laugh and play I sit here and pretend everything's okay I sit and stare at the frame I miss the way you would say my name My dad, my friend, was taken away The letters and photos only bring me pain Who you were shaped me to be the way I am Though you're gone, You're still my dad
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