All I ask, for you to wish
Maybe then I won't exist
I didn't want you to paint me this way
I guess we're both the same
And for God's sake, be there
For your son
You've no idea
The pressure on my mother hiding where he'd taken off
"And am I the cause of this?", I ask
"And how am I to hold my troubles down?"
And I don't mean to worry that you'll leave now
And I don't mean to worry that you'll leave now