Folklore

Hey you, will you be true When you can see through what I do Feel the pain in your brain, insane Will I see my name in your scars And you will see what you mean to me Last between the lines Do you feel the need When the night comes down And when the night comes down A father is waiting And you will see what you mean to me Lost control and called your name Left a home in the pouring rain In a sea of guilt and shame Will we sustain