The Things They Carried - Arpad

You turned your back on me
Your greed is all you care about
If I got eaten by the wolves
You wouldn't give a damn

Think about the memories
Insults lead to hurt
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can kill

You're something to me
But I'm nothing to you

Conversing at the table
Feeling ill but I'm unable
To swallow all these pills in front of me

Abuse over a bottle of pills

And as I grow older
I try to forgive
I'v never forgotten
The monster that you were to me

If there's one thing that I know
I know not what to do
I'll never be the monster
That you were to me

Still there's part of me that cares
As I reach out to you
If you're listening
Pick up the phone and call your son

You turned your back on me, your greed is all you care about
If I got eaten by the wolves, would you still give a damn

And I think about the memories
For better or for worse
I'm still giving you the benefit, of the doubt
Do you care enough, do you care at all
Maybe I'll never know

Will you be there if I'm walking down the aisle
I can't imagine going on with a smile
I'll never ever be, the mess you were to me
Will you be there if I'm walking down the aisle
I can't imagine going on with a smile
Is it difficult to me, a father to me?