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It´s a little past supper time
I´m still out on the porch steps sittin´ on my behind
Waiting for you
Wondrin´ if everything´s alright
Moma said,"Come in boy, don´t waste your time"
I said,"I´ve got time.Well he´ll be here soon"
Five years old and talkin´ to myself
Where were you?Where´d ya go?Daddy can´t you tell?
(Chorus:)
I´m not tryin´ to fake it, and I ain´t the one to blame
No, there´s no one home in my house of pain
I didn´t write these pages and my script´s been re-arranged
No, there´s no one home in my house of pain
Wasn´t I worth the time?
A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time
I looked up to you
I paced my room a million times
And all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie
How could you?
Well I was eighteen years and still talkin´ to myself
Where were you?Where´d ya go?Daddy can´t ya tell?
(Chorus:)
*End*
Well if I´ve learned anything from this, shh, it´s how to grow up
on my own.
