i was only five when my father died and i feel like a part of me with him lies
with a drink in his hand
he bid the world farewell
such a waste of a life on just a little thrill
in my younger days
i never could find a light to guide my way
now i know i was only hiding in the shadow of his vast mistakes
the blood that filled his veins flows through mine
it's not that i'm ashamed but how can i redefine how your story ends
how your story ends
i always thought that you'd be there through the ups and downs but then you were gone
i never found a place to go where i'd belong but it's alright since it made me strong
the blood that filled his veins flows through mine
i'll take all the pain and turn it into something divine