I look at your photograph
With edges burned, and lessons learned
It's like I'm looking into a mirror
And it couldn't be clearer
I'm your son
The spitting image of a man
Who got lost in this world
With drink in hand
And now you're gone
All I have left are the remnants of the past
I'll try my best to make them last
Dad, if you could see me now
Would you be proud?
If you were still alive
Would you even try
To make it out from that hell
Try to revive your old self
But now I know the gift of life
I wish I could turn back time
Turn back time, turn back time
You tried to teach me how to play guitar
But I was 8, and I wasn't all that smart
And to this day I haven't learned
It makes me think of you, and that just breaks my heart
I'm your son
The spitting image of a man
Who got lost in this world
With drink in hand
And now you're gone
All I have left are the remnants of the past
I'm trying my best to make them last
Dad, if you could see me now
Would you be proud?
If you were still alive
Would you even try
To make it out from that hell
Try to revive your old self
But now I know the gift of life
I wish I could turn back time
Turn back time, turn back time
Turn back time
I wanted you, I needed you
Sprawled out on my bedroom floor
Panicked, and searching for something more
But you clung to your addictions
Ran further away from your three sons
I wish I knew the man who makes up half of who I am
Dad, if you could see me now
Would you be proud?
If you were still alive
Would you even try
To make it out from that hell
Try to revive your old self
But now I know the gift of life
I wish I could turn back time
Turn back time, turn back time
Dad, if you could see me now
You would be so proud
If you were still alive
I would make you try
To make it out from that hell
You will revive your old self
But now I know the gift of life
I wish I could turn back time
Turn back time, turn back time
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