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