Daddy
Dark nights and cold rooms
Never did I think it'd be so soon.
Daddys little girl, but not for long
Now i've grown up and all, 16 and strong.
Yelling, crying, breaking glass.
I jumped out of bed like a student in class
Door opens, moms crying, blood on my feet.
Never did I think id see me my mom get beat.
Stiches in her head, the bloddy scene etched in my head
Never will I be able to sleep peacefully in my bed
No one would believe us, they loved you too much.
Now moms struggling, and im fatherless and such
You hit her tell she bled and I stood there and cried
A few hours later, the police told us you died.
The rope burns on your neck, they represent fear
But its cool, im okay. I know your still here
I love you daddy, you still live. In my heart
I just dont think the decision you made was too smart
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