Papa

I have the same eyes and I get your features on my face.
I used to be angry, you used to be angry, but we have found our peace.
And we sit next to each other and we don't say much.
For everything you do, I have the same ritual.
Dad, I'm becoming more like you.
I have the same hands and I get your wrinkles on my skin.
You have your ideas, I have my ideas and we wander in thoughts
but we always come home.
The truth you sought and never found,
I seek it too and in vain as long as I live.
Because dad, I'm becoming more like you.
You used to be strict and God, I sometimes hated you.
But your words, they are on my lips and I now speak like
you used to speak.
I have a godless belief and I love every woman
and maybe I have become what you never wanted,
but dad, I'm becoming more like you.
And you believe in God, so you go to heaven, and I believe in nothing
so we won't meet after death, after death, never again.
But dad, I love you more and more.
I have a godless belief and I love every woman
and maybe I have become what you never wanted,
but dad, I'm becoming more like you.
Oh dad, I love you more and more.
Dad, I'm becoming more like you...