"Dad, I′ve Got Some Questions
(I Have Been Stalling For Too Long.)
One. Where The Fuck Is Mom?(I Don't Want To Talk About It Now.)
Two. Is She Ever Coming Home?
(I Know You Never Meant For It To Be Like This.)
Three. Why Did She Leave Us?
(I Know You′re Trying Your Best.)"

I Know Those Are Sort Of The Same Question
But I'm Feeling Sorry For Myself
Why Am I Always Sad?
I Keep Pointing Fingers But Karma Always Get Back At Me

Sometimes, I Lay Awake Thinking About The Past And All The Shitty Things That Happened
The Way It All Turned Out And The Way That Things Are Now
What Are Scars But Memories We Can't Forget?
Well Mom, You Gave Me A Lot Of Scars And They Really Haven′t Faded
We All Get Your Letters But You Can′t Quite Seem To Get It
We All Forgive, But None Of Us Can Forget
I Hope You're Doing Well, Maybe We′ll Talk Again One Day?
I Love You, I Loved You Never

We'll Be Alright; We′ve Made Plans To Hold Our Heads High