I remember the wonderful life I once had.
But life lost most of its meaning when I lost my dad.
I'm the one to blame for my dad's demise.
The guilt and pain constantly bring tears to my eyes.
I sent Dad to town and he hit a car head on.
I'm in a great deal of pain because he's gone.
He said he didn't feel up to driving that day.
But I sent him to get me a video game anyway.
He should've went the next day like he wanted.
I can't forgive myself and for the rest of my life I'll be haunted.
This happened twenty years ago when I was only fifteen.
Since that day, a good night's sleep is something I haven't seen.