When everybody in the room has left I paint pictures of you in my head Think about the things I would have said Nothing I can do to bring you back Wish I could tell you how I really feel But it's like nothing that I feel is real I don't want anyone to hear me cry I'll do anything to make you smile Mother Do you think that what I do is good? Do you think I'm living how I should? Do you think that I should talk more with my brother? I can't help but feel misunderstood Father