Ophelia… I feel for you, ’cause
maybe Papa doesn’t care the way he should.
If he did, you’d be more than a blip, on the
radar of each convo we had after so long.
Ophelia… tell me it’s true, that
Dad wants to spend his final hours with you.
If it were so, you’d be more than a small note in each
talk on the phone – tell me what’s goin’ on.
Years and years, you’ve stood by his side.
Fears and fears, I fret in the night.
Tears and tears – so jealous, I cried. Now
clear just ain’t clear, so tell me why…
Ophelia, what can I do, to
be a proper stepson and mind my beeswax too?
Ophelia… please hear me now.