When I think about it now, it makes me sad
I never had someone to teach me certain things
Like how to meet girls, or go hunting
I blamed myself when I was young
Thinking all the time, I was a bad son
It’s only now I’m starting to realize
I wasn’t a son in his eyes
It wasn’t my fault, I know that now
He didn’t love me then, and still doesn’t now
So it’s time to forget,
The past I regret
I have a son of my own today
I tell him I love him, each and every day
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