Dear Mother, sweet innocence, I hope that this
feeling you have won't die old
I am starting to think that it's true
When they say you can never go home
Dear Father, small remanents, reminders of
Times when a family was broke
I never could speak the damage to you
But I feel like you already know
And I'm not a smoker, but I don't mind the smell in the air
It reminds me of home
And I don't have much money
But there's something about
Just scraping by on my own
I've got people around me
But I'm getting quite used
To this feeling of being alone
Off in places unknown
But I'm standing my ground like a stone
Dear Brother, confusion, another year gone
and with nothing to show
There've been times where I've wanted to be just like you
I don't get those no more
I miss days that we're wasted away
Now we're wasting away just as slow
It's been clear that you've struggled for years
and the fallout is starting to show
And I'm not a gambler, but I don't mind my ramblings
Dear Family, these thoughts are my own
And these words that I'm saying, these risks that I'm taking
are taking me farther from home
I've got people around me
But I'm getting quite used
To this feeling of being alone
Off in places unknown
But I'm standing my ground like a stone
Dear Sister, Still learning now, forever how
The world isn't friendly at most
I'll count down to the third day of June
But to you I'm no more than a ghost
Some days when my thoughts have astrayed
and I'm one shot from ending it all
I'll pour more courage into my cup
and I'm drinking it up till I fall
And I'm not a drinking, but I don't mind not thinking of things
That remind me of home
And as I'm stumbling around
This cosmopolitian town
I truely feel all on my own
I've got people around me
But I'm getting quite used
To this feeling of being alone
Off in places unknown
But I'm standing my ground like a stone