Daddy V.S Father

When You say who's my father, a question driven crazy for he is not my daddy, the one who raised me My Daddy calls me lady, and my father never pays me enough attention to know, that i was birthed as a baby I'm not a spirit, for she did not have abortion I'm not separable, So u cant have a portion But lord knows i will try. Why my father & daddy are two different guys? Where one shows me love? and the other hears my cries I will never know why. I see My Father, Every two weeks, of a third month, in a year He's The One who put thoughts of abortion through her ear. I put on a pink dress, and a crown to impress maybe instead of daddy I'll be my fathers princess. Why wont you love me? The five words stained on my heart Because of printed documents we are not kept apart i wish it was me you love or wanted to hold Without the word of the government telling you so This is how I've been feeling all along I guess I'm another birth control experience gone wrong