Fading
My memoirs are fading
Of this man I am thinking
So I just walk around in the rain
Kicking a can
This man said to me
"Grab life by the hands"
See this man was no man
He was never there for me
I bet he doesn't feel guilty
I ask myself
"Why do people do the things they do?"
I cry when I see friends hanging out with their fathers
I get mad when I hear a kid complains about their dad being "unfair to them"
I say to you
"Be happy with your parents"
For me I always open the door and forgive my father
But lately it's been lies to me
My heart it can't bear the pain
So I ignore thinking about him
So my memoirs of him is fading
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