A bitter pill,
too hard to swallow.
Choking, dying,
by your hand.
Can't take your excuses,
or your pre-planned game.
This is not a game!
This is life.
This is death.
I need a father,
a man.
A protector,
provider.
Hero's don't take brakes,
so were have you gone?
I need you to hold me,
and tell me everything okay.
Where has smile gone?
I miss seeing you that way.
