Those lonely nights, those simple days
The world comes to an end
These teenage years they disappear
This is how I would spend
My weekends away from the
Pressures of adolescence
To weak to acknowledge
All of my disappointments
I ve let you down even though you stood by me
I m sorry that I wasn t a good son this is all I can be
I apologise for everything
I apologise for the misfortune that I bring
Theres no point pretending its ok
Your only lying to yourself
Deluding yourself in this way
When times are hard and your confused
And everything is meaningless
A conscience remained bruised
Your always there
Even though we were never close
And I want you to be there
When I needed you the most
All I want to do is make you proud
All I want to do is make you proud of me