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(Montell)
I know, I'm not the man you thought I'd be
We started out so young
Your mother, and me
I know that I hurt you
I was a child trying to be a man
I walked out on my only son
I left you in your mother's hands
And now I'm standing right here
With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes
See your mother raised a fine young man
And I know I missed so much of your life

Look at me
Take a real good look at me
Don't turn away
Don't you turn away like I did my son
I'm making no more promises
I'm trying to find the word to say