She says that I make expressions like him.

My legs, too much shoulders, and my chin like him.

My waist and mind posture like him.

Like him.

Like him, like him, like him, like him.

Mama, I'm chasing a ghost, I don't know who he is.

Mama, I'm chasing a ghost, I don't know who he is.

Mama, I'm chasing a ghost, do I look like him?

Like what, like him, like what, like him.

Like him.

An affection, a touch, a touch, a touch.

Could I could have been messed up sometimes.

I would never judge you, cause everything without, without him.

Like him, like him.

Mama, I'm chasing a ghost, I don't know who he is.

Mama, I'm chasing a ghost, do I look.

Huh.

Like him.

I decided to, you know, that I decided to, I would never ever bother you, yeah.

You would never come and bother me, I'm pretty sure that I struggle to be, so do I look like him, do I look like him.

It was my fault, not yours, not his, it was my fault, I'm sorry.

You know.

It was about, not him, cause he always wanted to be there for you.

And I'm sorry, I was young, but he's always wanted to be a father to you.

So I, I fucked up and I take ownership of that.

Of my choices and decisions.

And I'm sorry for that.

He's a good guy.

So don't hold that against him.

Because it was my fault.

Just, you know, forgive me.