Writing to see If you’ve forgotten me in hell Turning to me With your fist underneath your chin That was the last time we spoke And I handled it But I'm not pretending I wouldn’t give everything up Wanted to know if your daughter Had a good birthday But if what you’re craving’s a slaughter You can have your way Call uncle pete He’s alone with the TV still You’re telling me That you forgotten him as well Always begins as a joke Then I start to yell But I'm not pretending I wouldn’t give everything up To be alone with you brother Talking in our way I know the feeling is love But why’s it hard to say Here when you’re gone Only song I don’t like You said to me It’s the dawn of your life I just wanted to write Writing to see If you forgotten me in hell