roses are red
violets are blue
growing up
I never saw you

watching tv
father daughter dance
they do things I can't

dreaming
wishing
hoping you'd come
but you'd always run

tears I've shed
alone I cried
asking myself
why dad why

is it
because I never called you dad?
because we couldn't create the bond we should've had?

why were you never their
do you even care
I'm your daughter
your flesh
your blood

enough is enough
I hope you find happiness in the way I've been hurt.
no
I hope you die you piece of shit jerk!
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