It’s just another number, another family, another man. Get over it they say, they just don’t understand. That inside I feel unloved and denied.
Now he’s gone
No shoulder to cry on
It’s not just a split, a divorce, or more. It’s a tear in the heart that four years later is still sore.
I didn’t mean it
It’s not about you
I left your mother-not you two
But how could you say such a thing when you see, you chose her over my brother and me.
So when I cry, I scream, or even lash out; remember you chose her and didn’t cast any doubt.
It’s over now
It’ll never be over, no ending, no closure. I only was five once in my life, but you choose to spend it with her to your delight. My brother and me, we’re not perfect you see. But what we want is one simple little thing.
Someone to count on
What I see is plain and simple, you left our family. Now understand you're not perfect, and end our agony. To accept you again what I need to see, is a man who loves and forever supports me. But today all I see is a foolish old man, tempted by lust and his self-romance.