when he left this world behind
there was so much left unsaid
here i am still going out of my head
wishing i were the one instead

but i can hear my father's voice
i see his face in the mirror
try to look away but i can see no other choice
it's drawing nearer and nearer and nearer

and struggle as i might
I'll always turn around to find
his words echoing in my mind

he told me:
things are never just the way we want them to be
the game is over well before you start to play
so if you're gonna whine about it for the rest of your life
then you might as well just end it all today


well i was taken aback, so I screamed
what have you done for me lately
in your absence i've become a contradiction in terms
just barely learned not to hate me

my personality is a trainwreck everyone get out the way
i'm i'm i'm barreling down the mountainside, i got no hope and no brakes
crashing burning searching for a peace i'll never find
all cause you couldn't waste your time on such a
sweet androgyne

i'll bet you can guess what he had to say to that...

things are never just the way we want them to be
the game is over well before you start to play
so if you're gonna whine about it for the rest of your life
then you might as well just end it all today

you'll be fine
no point in poutin, ain't so sense in cryin
over your problems or mine
despite a bit of pain it was fun while it lasted
you're lucky that you had me for as long as you did

now get your head on right
and give yourself permission to decide
to harbour no guilt or regret
a catatonic sedentary death in your bed, kid
or off into the sunset on a kamikaze flight