Dad
liein', liein', why you always liein',
and when the time comes you wonder why im cryin'.
You called me a peice of art,
then went and broke my heart.
You messed with my head,
now im wishin' that im dead
yeah, yeah i no what you did,
when i was just a kid.
It was right in frount of my eyes,
yeah that ain't no suprise.
I wish i didnt no,
but it actually helps me no.
I no your whole act,
yeah dad thats a fact.
Was i that bad?
Did you really have to go dad?
Just go buy a nother beer,
and ill be over here.
Just go think about your next high,
and when you decide to be a dad, call me...Bye.
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