You could scream through these walls With those meaningless phrases You've put on repeat But the words fall like leaves After leaving your lips No they'll never reach out anymore The fear that you placed in that little child Will be ghosts in your sleepless nights Your ego and self-centered dreams Hope they'll bring you what you need When you pushed us away With your mental decay Did you really expect That your annual phone call Could make us believe In what you believed So sweet and so tender the thoughts you convey But never display For seventeen years it's quite a drive But in seventeen years Will you know we're alive The fear that you placed in that little child Will be ghosts in your sleepless nights Your ego and self-centered dreams Hope they'll bring you what you need