Please Don't Go

William Fitzsimmons

There are words inside my bedroom

Scribbled all across the wall

Saying something bout the way that

You don't talk to us at all

And I don't believe your protest

That you swear you didn't know

How to even change a diaper

Or to teach me how to throw

Please don't go

Please don't go

There were words you told my brother

How you never had the choice

To decide if you would father

Two rambunctious little boys

Please don't go

Please don't go

Now we're stuck in this together

And I don't think I can run

From the ties that you have started

From the sins that we've become