There are words inside my bedroom
Scribbled all across the wall
Saying something bout the way that
You won´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