Since I was young he always told me what was wrong and what was good

And I believed him just because he was my dad

But then I grew up and I understood all the bad things he did to me

All the things he told me made an impact on me

And I when I was at his funeral,

I saw his face and I thought all the things he told me and the things he did to me

But when we wake up tomorrow we remember him as a hero

But he was not, he was my dad...

But he was bad