I built this castle, now we are trapped on the I'm sorry, we're I wrote my turn the page when I'm gone I hope you'll sing is your song I just want you to know that I scared Whatever it to raise you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do December 1st, 1995, dear This is song
You'll be coming out of mommy's soon I better do something quick if be able to support you I can barely support me, but as as you're healthy That's all that for the time being But obviously, you will be, just thinking ahead make it if it kills me Let's see how far I can take it with music I'm sick of chasing this illusion Sorry for writing The pen in my hand's shaking, please me Dad's a little nervous, but at the same excited If I use this same energy I'm saying rhymes and write 'em With the same passion and the same enthusiasm As I'm using in this maybe they can feel me as I'm Trying to these castles out of sand, baby girl For you to sit on the throne, I got plans, girl Welcome to mom and crazy world Love,
Maple flavored kisses, pancakes, and syrup
I built this castle, now we are trapped on the I'm sorry, we're I my chapter You'll turn the when I'm gone I hope you'll sing is your song I just want you to that I ain't scared it takes to raise you, I'm prepared
To do whatever, to do December 1st, 1996, Hailie
You got your momma's personality, same as I got Her beautiful smile, but your ears are the size as mine are for that, a little minor mishap But grow into 'em baby I'm on the now I'm doing little shows, open mics, and studios While I'm keep the lights on Why does it seem I'm so close to this dream, yet so far? I just keep I'm gonna turn someone I haven't the clue what I'm gonna do if it falls through You took your first steps today, you'll probably walk My CD flopped, too many soft tunes talking bad about dad, it's ticking me off too Makes me feel like I don't or something, ooh
I think I might have just onto something new Got a prediction for the future, I'm hoping you Open this envelope you're older and it holds true
I built castle, now we are trapped on the throne I'm sorry, we're I my chapter turn the page when I'm gone I hope sing along is your song
I just want you to that I ain't scared it takes to raise you, I'm prepared To do whatever, to do December 24th, 2007, Hailie
Now if you found these letters, I guess I better try to A lot's happened in 'em, since I rised to this fame I've said your name but always tried to hide face This is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you but damn I never knew it'd be like If I did I wouldn't have it You ain't asked for none of this Now you're being Things should've been private with me and your mother is public I can't stomach, they can this fame back, I don't want it I'll put out this album then I'm done with it percent finished Fed up with it, I'm it up, fuck it the cursing, baby, but just know That I'm a good person, they portray me as cold And, if should worsen, take letter I wrote as a goodbye note Because dad's at the end of his rope I'm sliding a slippery slope Anyways sweetie, I go, I'm getting sleepy dad Shit, I don't