Nov 17, 2008 16:41
i may have been less of a son
but when bridges burn
while you're still young
some might say the past is the past
well, i agree with half of that
and at the end of the day
when i still don't get your respect
i'll still be that face you'll never forget
i may be a fool to some or all
i may not adhere to your judgment call
i may speak to tall when you're at fault
well punish me for even living
i'll always be that face you'll see
when you're still mending