Object in the rear view mirror

I guess it's true, that life is a highway and the soul is just a car.
Maybe that explains why you've just got up and left.
I guess every time you look at your reward view mirror and your memories of your life flashes black,
I'm that object that never appear
And that's the reason you haven't came back.

I grew up around the same hood the two of you met,
You can't say you have forgotten the address.
I'm yet to see your face, hear you voice,
In and these years. Not even a single letter sent.

In my yester years, I said I don't care,
I'm a man now and brave enough to admit that I'm scared,
Brave enough to admit I cared for your presence more than you can ever comprehend,
What was my sin?
Why is this my comeuppance?

Yeah, maybe I'm just a stat
A long list of people having people like you walking out and never coming back,
But let me tell you what they don't tell,
Just how much it hurts.

To feel like you were never loved from birth,
To feel like you were a mistake to come to this earth.
I wish I could lend you an ear and these words you would hear,
 Lend you an eye and these tears you would see.

In every photograph I wished you were there,
When the chips were down I wished you were there,
But never were you,
You got up and just left,
I'm that object in your rear view mirror,
That you are never getting back.

Dear father.