Was it six days
It could be even less now
Cold walls and steel bars
Will become your home
You fucked up so many times
Along the way
But there is still a part of my heart
That your name resounds in
Pitter Patter
When I think I have forgotten
The memories creep back in
I pray this is the wake up call you need
At the youngest age of nineteen
With a baby on the way
Even though you pushed
I loved you when I shouldn't have
But I still believe in you
In six days or less
I will give you my address
And walk away
Hoping that being on the inside
Doesn't ride your eyes
Of that vission
Of the man I know you could be