Father
So many questions with no real answers
I hate that I wasn’t with my father then
Maybe then I wouldn’t need those answers
Maybe no one would care I don’t like men
I’m left uncertain, broken, and alone
While holding the pain of losing my dad
Wanting to call him and talk on the phone
Still angry with the man who took my dad
I’m isolated from the world and numb
My emotions have grown to self hatred
I have been drinking big bottles of rum
Finally having some fun when i’m wasted
I will never forget how we would dance
Playing music wishing for one more dance