“As I sit and shake my head, Hurt and bruised by the words you said. I look about and wonder why, I have not already said goodbye. Perhaps it's not the season, Perhaps you don't see a reason. All I know is when I'm here, I'm constantly living in fear. Of what I might say or do, To live here the way I do. I know my son needs a dad, But I think I will go mad. I know I can't take much more, Before I walk right out the door.”
