only thirteen
I put up a fight
I held on tight
But he was gone
It couldn’t be undone
He packed his bags
Took all his rags
Said this wasn’t goodbye
Clear was his lie
He drove away
Made my life gray
I no longer bother
So to you I say, goodbye father.
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