⇔But the future keeps luring in like a pack of snakes. Your sweet little eyes, your little smile is all I remember. Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper. Justification is ki*ling me, but ki*ling isn't justified. What happened to my son? I'm terrified. It lingers in my mind, and the thought keeps on getting bigger. I'm sorry my sweet baby, I wish I've been there. ~(Refrain)~