coming here to a foreign zone this place is a house but it once was a home it's torn down the middle seperating at the seams i don't feel right we arn't an american dream we're becomming so sterotypical it seems like no big deal but i have no idea what to feel every night before my head lays down there is a voice yet no sound no one there to kiss me goodnight or hug me and reassure me that everything is alright he's made a mistake and now i feel incomplete but i i still i still miss miss his voice but i know it's there in my head it won't no it won't fade so now it's time for bed i'm falling through where where are you? maybe i'll call it dear dad...