Father
Michael Seyer
Little boy now he was so scared
Sic months later Dad had lest hair
Fair is foul but foul is not fair
Wish I was god so I don't care
If I could eat your cancer
Your heart wouldn't let me do it
These wicked witches of answers
Are either stupid or clueless
Older man now he had less fear
In the thought of his next years
But he's better now and drinks beer
All that's left is just some dry tears
If I could eat your cancer
Your heart wouldn't let me do it
These wicked witches of answers
Are either stupid or clueless