If | If I don't make it out of here There are some things I hope you hear I love you I always have I love your children As if they were my own All I have I'd give to see them grown Up in a world Where they are safe If I don't make it thru this day Know that there's much I wanted to say About how happy I feel Sleeping by your side And how much I wish I were dead Sleeping on your floor Parents can be cruel Parents can be kind I pray that your kids Never look at you The way I look at mine Mornings like this I wonder sometimes Why I bother running When the jerk in the car speeds up As I try to cross the street Why I bother trying To reach out When no one wants to hold my hand It's my life finally now that it's worthless my folks Have no more interest in me Than they do in any other failed investment You both love me I know this But you have your own life Your own kids No time to rescue A 30-something freak Who can't even get over his fear of the phone to call you up and say I love you | 2002-09-27 |