Wither

He's got a lot of dead weight,
 On a frail and delicate frame,
 Screaming to turn the page,
 And he says, and he says,
 You know it's never too late
 And we all, and we all say,
 And we all, and we all say
 All I want is to know,
 I meant something to somebody else
 Where did all of the time go
 Coming so fast and fading slow
 Note to self, I've got room to grow
 He's got a lot of dead weight,
 As a father turning dark and grey
 He put the pen to the paper and traced the words
 Of a man withering away
 And we all, and we all say,
 And we all, and we all say
 All I want is to know,
 I meant something to somebody else
 Where did all of the time go
 Coming so fast and fading slow
 Note to self, I've got room to grow
 Dear father,
 You molded me to be a better man
 And I want you to hear this while you still can
 I've been trying to speak to the least of them
 To leave my mark on this world
 And Dear Father
 (All I want)
 You molded me
 (Is to know)
 To be a better man
 (I meant something to somebody else)
 And I want you to hear this while you still can
 (Where did all)
 I've been trying to speak
 (Of the time go)
 To the least of them
 (Coming so fast and fading slow)
 To leave my mark on this world
 Dear father,
 I won't let you down,
 I won't let you down,
 I won't let you down,
 I won't let you down