by the time he was my age
he'd lived twice as long
by the time he was my age
he knew that's I'll never know
even though I talked to him
I wasn't old enough to know him
now he's gone, I'll never know
do you think he would've liked me?
what would he think of me?
say I'm a spoiled brat?
would he be proud of me?
I hope he'd see himself in me
I know he had his problems
I wish it would've worked out
wish I could talk to him
wish he was still around