Hi mom and dad, it's your son
I hope you listen cuz it's hard for me to open up
I know it's different for you than for me growing up
But that didn't change the picture that I'm holding up
I wrote this just to let you know that
I love you but there's some things that I can't just go past
I get that there's a lot to life, you can't control that
But you had so many times to choose different and you know that
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect son you would've wanted
Cuz if I was enough, the truth is you would've loved me
Is that why I'm doing what I do, to prove I'm something?
Going through life feeling like I amount to nothing
And to live like that is one thing
But then when Richard died, I just said f*ck it
Started questioning who am I, to sit and think about suicide
When the last thing he said was that he's proud of me for doing mine
Staying true to mine, making music, moving minds
Moving hearts with my words, and that will prove in time
Not looking for shoulder rubs
I'm used to shoulder shrugs and colder hugs
I just wished you would've showed me love
So I'd had the courage on my path
To just go for my dreams and not look back
And never hesitate and let the hate get to my head
And let the rage make me break and not appreciate everything I have
Is that selfish of me?
That I had to f*cking love me like you never loved me?
That I had to hug me like you never hugged me?
Hi mom and dad, it's your son
I hope you listen cuz it's hard for me to open up