All Lucked Out - To Dad

Ive got your glasses on my desk
Staring back up into my
Eyes like your eyes
The ones ill never see again
I hope you see that i'll miss you
What would I do to see you
I need you here the stress was too much
This eating pain is growing to touch
My Heart
My Heart
Im glad I called you on that night
Not knowing it would be
My last chance to say them
The three important words for us
Now you've finally got away
All those things I couldn't say
I need you here
The stress is too much
This eating pain
Is growing to touch my heart

Written by:
Caleb Parker, John Wright

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