Owed to my daddy
Scribbling words and notes
that get so hard to swallow
like pills flowing out of all these little orange bottles
I'm choking more and more
but they keep coming full throttle
daddy daddy get a good look at your daughter.
She's almost grown
almost gone
She doesn't even notice those tears on your face
cause she wasn't good enough cause
to you she was just a disgrace.
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