The Payne's of the Past
You took the first swing
And I took the last.
I don’t know what to do,
I can’t flee from the past.
I feel so bad,
I feel like trash,
I want to run away
But, I’m not the Flash.
I see you crying,
And I’m over here dying.
I don’t know what to do,
I’m trying to get to you.
I don’t know what to say,
But this will end today.
I have choices to make,
Which road should I take?
I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
I will be a good son.
I’ve said what I wanted to say.
I hope you have a wonderful day.
Even if, sometimes you make me mad…
I still love you Dad!!!
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