Eleven/Seven

Sometimes I like to reminisce

And think of what life was like before this

Living in bliss but now an abyss and I'm falling deep

Dealing with a loss (dealing with a loss)

No solace from a cross (solace from a cross)

Calling in sick to my boss (sick to my boss)

Cause I can't keep it together and accept the fact that

I lost my daughter (I lost my daughter)

She was never truly mine but I knew I was like her father

I miss her greeting me every day and the sweet sound of that collar

Even in the worst of days and in the worst of moods

My baby girl was never a bother