You open up and what you gain is another hole reaching out for a hand and I know the fear of losing all the trust that it craves and feel that parts of you are never coming back I used to think that life was ugly and a mess well I was right but what else to do other than your best the meaning of it all you find within yourself I hold the key but where's the door I kick it in Whatever that I want I will get I'll take the beatings too and all the blame but father you're the one that I miss I'm thankful that I have our loved ones near