Tears stream down my screen in my reflection that I'm seein...
But I'm hopin and believin that you'll see what I'm meanin.
Words just can't describe what it is I'm trying to write...
How much life can change from just going to sleep at night.
I read the stories from papers and news sites and such...
About parents who wake up and find their lives fucked.
Kiss their baby on the head then tuck that baby into bed...
But during the dark night someone snatched her and fled.
The heart sinks to new depths when miserys so plenty...
You can't avoid envisioning death when the bed's found empty.
Courageous cops come calling with their wise commenting...
But I'm behind a bathroom wall, cuz I can't stop vomiting.
Camera pool for a plead, my wife prays for mercy to fill you...
But I lose my cool quick with, "If you hurt her, I'll kill you!"
Only two days've passed but I'm crazed and won't last...
I fear you've killed my baby, all my hope's fading fast.
Last night I screamed at the sky and woke all my neighbors...
"Bring her back to me, you fuck, why did you take her!?!?!"
I grow insaner each second, I imagine what you've done...
How you've hurt her tiny body while having your fuckin fun.
She must have screamed for Mommy, must have begged for Daddy...
When we didn't come...God...it musta have hurt her heart so badly.
I can't get the images out, scenarios play out sickly...
I see blood around her mouth, her eyelids still flickering.
My mind still wants to save her, heart and soul follow...
But instinct's no saviour, it tells the rest of me to wallow.
I can't keep from being curled up, it's been 2 years now...
Me and my wife still holed up, still together; I dunno how.
They say they're still searching, my revenge is too...
Me and the wife still hurting, and still hoping to find you.
We know our baby's gone, buried at sea or in dirt...
But both of us live on just to one day give you our hurt.
Eventually we'll get to, kharma always comes around...
Such a reckoning we'll give you, once you've been found.
Then my wife and I will sleep in our car like teens...
While gas slowly leaks and reconstructs a family's dream.