Sing to your eyes where they once held windows When you're lookin' at me
Hear all the sounds and the cracks in your voice
Look at my eyes and my nose and my fingertips I'm lookin' so much like you.
Look at the way that I switch my walk, mama I'm walkin' like you used to do.
You won't be there to watch me bleed. What about all the yesterdays And all the times that I was hoping that you'd come back to me.
You won't be there so I can make you proud. What about all the yesterdays
And all the times I was hoping that you could sing out loud
What is this pain in here mama, did you feel it, too At such a tender age of twenty-four