I see you there in the clouds smiling down
You see my accomplishments
My defeats
My tragedies
My joy
What do you think of your little boy now? I wonder
Do you see my pride running around?
My little Me's
MY hopes and dreams
I still have my own fantasies
I know they're there
They're just buried beneath the pain I've let build
If you were here, I know you'd know what to do
I wish you were here
I need to find me again

How much should I say?
I've said way too much already
How many times do I have to say
That I don't know what to say
Which is why I always
Say the wrong thing
I never should have said
The things I did
And now you won't
Say a thing to me