I’m the face of you,
I’m the son that you refused
Cause you were somewhere else
My mother always saw me through
But In her death, I’m left with you, and I’m still by myself
If I could be somebody else, would I be closer to you now?
My dreams have always got me through,
But in your eyes they’ll only prove to be worthless yes?
I wish that I could talk to you
And say the things you never knew
About my stubborn foolish pride
And every harbored thought inside