I was 17 I lost you in silence Tried to hide all my pain with violence Traded all of my scars for tattoos Now everything I do just reminds me of you I dont want you to see this Maybe I miss you too much I scream in my sleep Do you hear me Or am I not screaming enough Id give anything just to hear your heart beat and bring you back to life You have a grandson He look just like you I tell him all the time I was 17 I lost you in silence Tried to hide all my pain with violence Traded all of my scars for tattoos Now everything I do just reminds me of you Fats'e I know your just testing me I miss the way you would sit right next to me And make up stories To pass the time I guess this is how it's supposed to be Blood shot eyes keep me company I want out Of my head sometimes This is how it's supposed to be