dear father,
Maybe its me,
maybe its you,
but when your around all I see is black and blue.
You tell me you love me,
but than you punch me.
You walk out the door, screaming and cusing.
I am in the bathroom and see my face,
all I can think of is what a disgrace.
I have given up on you, oh yes I did,
because when your around all I see is black bruses and blue tears,
all I can see is black and blue.
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