…. I wait for the postman to bring me a letter I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders A family in crisis that only grows older Whyd you have to go Whyd you have to go Whyd you have to go Daughter to father, daughter to father I am broken but I am hoping Daughter to father, daughter to father I am crying, a part of me is dying and These are, these are The confessions of a broken heart And I wear all your old clothes, your polo …