Father
I don't know if you really loved me.
But as a young girl I’ll let it be.
I think about it all night.
It’s like putting myself up to a fight.
All I do is cry of pain.
Geez.. you really messed up my brain.
I asked my mom what did I do so bad.
She told me one day he lost everything he had.
What hurts the most is that you're my father.
God, am I such a bother ?
But I know one day I will forget
Just like Ozymandias king of kings ye mighty and despair, you will soon start to regret.
I hope you are really happy .
Because your love is really crappy.
Now all I have to say.
Is that at least I don't have to beg my mom to stay.
But guess what, I still love you.
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