The color of your bedroom
The color at your funeral
Your room was white and is now colored in your blood
There's something in me that wants to forgive you
But the rest is filled with hate
How could you kill yourself when you know you had a family that loved you
A little girl that looked up to you wanted you to walk her down the aisle when she got married
A boy who wants you at his graduation
To teach him how to drive
Tell him how proud you are
And Me a niece
Who saw you as a dad not an Uncle
You told me you would get off
But of course people who are on Meth don't listen and don't care
I want to forgive you but how?
When you tore our family apart
White is not your bedroom color
White is not at your funeral