I saw you sitting in that chair,
You ran your fingers through your hair.
You felt like you'd rather die,
And I'd never seen my daddy cry.
My daddy was no longer a god.
He left me alone with my ma.
And try as I might,
I felt no delight,
After my daddy had taken his fall.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
I saw you sitting in that chair,
You ran your fingers through your hair.
You felt like you'd rather die,
And I'd never seen my daddy cry.
My daddy was no longer a god.
He left me alone with my ma.
And try as I might,
I felt no delight,
After my daddy had taken his fall.
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