My Father
Fathers can ruin their sons
When they hit do they know what they have done?
What about the daughters of the world?
Do fathers treat them like pearls?
My father cheated on my mom when I was only three
He never watched over me, like when I fell from a tree
He didn't want to see me and I was in so much pain
For some reason, I thought I was to blame
I never did see him again
And I was starting to feel amend
Then one day I got a call
It was him saying, "I'm sorry for it all"
He didn't mean it, I feel like he be better off dead
So yes, fathers can ruin their sons
But what about the daughters who are just done?
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