Feeling alone, kicked out at fifteen
Father oh... where am I going to sleep
I had a home now hungry tired, filthy
You had a son and walked away from me

Met your new wife
Start your new life
You got no more time busy
From house to house I sleep on the couch
Whoever has room for me

Being a man comes with a price tag
What happened dad you walked out left for dead
Negative thoughts became reality
Having a child should not be so easy

I pay the rent, brothers school payments
Your responsibilities
I used to be your priority
You got no more time busy

Met your new wife
Start your new life
You got no more time for me
I don't understand what kind of man
Abandons his family

Well I'd rather you yell and scream at me
Because I can't handle all this apathy
Your life seems goog without me
You chose your own path

I'm not the one I'm not your son
At least that's how you make me feel
From time to time I use my last dime
To see if that you're for real
"I'm sorry son I'm not the one
I've got other mouths to feed"
But for myself I'll forgive you dad
I'll be the man you'll never be

Met your new wife
Start your new life
You got no more time busy
I don't understand what kind of man
Abandons his family

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Writer(s): BRETT RASMUSSEN, BRIAN BALCHACK, CRAIG ANDERSON, ZOLTAN TEGLAS