people keep saying i look a lot like you
that i laugh just like you
i joke like you
they're always remembering you with my company
and that's a good thing
i guess
except when i'm jealous of people that got to meet you
and know you deep down
i'm jealous of people that got to know you
when i couldn't
when all i have from you is this idealized image
of a father - my father
i hear this stories about you
and i hear this decisions you've made
and i remember some comments you said
...
is this the person they remember and love?
is this the dad i remember and love?
how much of you i din't know?
so much of you i'll never know,
no matter how long i live
i keep on searching for pieces of your personality everywhere
keep on looking for letters i haven't found yet
for clues that could lead me to who you trully were
but i can't find them
i can't know you anymore
these dreaming memories of you as my dad are all i have left
i'll never get to trully know you