You're gone, what can I do without you?

My life was all about you.

You're gone, they took you away,

Before I could say

Why I had a black eye.

Why punches were throw for your pride.

You're too young to know

Why daddy's gotta go,

Why daddy's funds are low,

Why daddy's sadness grows.

Your eyes, they hold the world,

And all the hopes of my little boy,

You and your little sister, you know,

You are my pride and joy.

And daddy drinks,

And he thinks he's getting better,

But as the days get grayer and the weather gets wetter

He knows he should do better.

It's gotten to the point that I've forgotten,

Whether I can't see you because I drink —

Or I drink so I can't see you.

See, if I don't come home wasted,

I'll stay up and think of the life I've wasted.

But when I drink I sleep,

And when I sleep I dream,

And when I dream I find I'm right there,

Caught in another fucked up nightmare

Where I'm teaching you to swim,

My little boy and girl at the local gym.

It makes me weak,

When it's my time of the week,

Last time, I swear to God, I thought I heard you speak.

When you left long ago, you were barely walking,

Now you're all running around, up and talking.

Baby, how could you do this to me?

Live your life without me to see?

Kiddo, I can't tell you the pain I felt,

The way you pleaded, my heart seemed to melt.

As you begged take me with you, I whispered goodbyes,

I watched the tears stream out of your eyes.

I'm missing out, I'm missing you,

I'm full of doubt, what can I do?

Sometimes I wish it was all just over,

Sometimes I wish I could just stay sober,

So I could get you back again.

But with all I've missed will it be worth it by then?

Am I the future that you deserve?

You should be served dinner, not be served.

I miss you both, I love you,

I can't stop thinking of you.

And I will fight, to get you back,

It's just not right, the deck is stacked.

My promise to you, my sweet little kids,

Is daddy will undo the damage he did.

He'll work hard, break his back if he has to,

And even though it pains me to do it,

I'll have to get through it, I'll put down the flask too.

Yes, I'm tired of being afraid,

And I will reverse the mistakes that I've made.

My goal is my children, both you you,

Nothing less.

God see me through it, keep me blessed.

It's a long way off, but we'll get there soon,

And one day, on some Sunday afternoon,

We'll sit and smile and laugh and play

And forget the day that you went away.