Oh to be in Dunsden When Shit Is on The Fields

Sorry Dad for being the one you never wanted,
The one who is always there.
Sorry for being the one that's left behind,
The one that never departed.

Never doing nothing,
There to disappoint,
To remind you of another,
The one who always could.

For failing in the simple things,
You'll never understand,
That given all the time to give,
I'd always fuck it up.

But you'll never understand
The pain you leave me with,
With every bitter word you say;
and every word's your last.

Would you ever shed a tear,
Think of me, if one day
It is I who has said his last?
Would you think of what we missed?

What could have been?
Should have been.
Never was
and Never will.