May Be - Crooks UK

All I ask, for you to wish

Maybe then I won’t exist

I didn’t want you to paint me this way

I guess we’re both the same

And for God’s sake, be there

For your son

You’ve no idea

The pressure on my mother hiding where he’d taken off

«And am I the cause of this?», I ask

«And how am I to hold my troubles down?»

And I don’t mean to worry that you’ll leave now

And I don’t mean to worry

That you’ll leave now