You just called and said that your father died, looked up, broke down, and began to cry.
At first, I didn't know what to say to you. Felt bad that I'm not there with you.

I recall lots of nights with him, wish I could be there again, so many things, he always said, keep running through my head.
Again, and again, he meant to treat me as his son, I'm the son who in reality wasn't one

He said that he went peacefully, even though it was quick, and suddenly, I still don't know what to say to you, sorry that I'm not there with you.

I recall lots of nights with him, wish I could be there again, so many things, he always said, keep running through my head.
Again, and again, he only meant to treat me as his son, I'm the son who in reality wasn't one.

I recall lots of nights with him, wish I could be there again, so many things, he always said, keep running through my head.
Again, and again, he only meant to treat me as his son, I'm the son who in reality wasn't one.