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Promises stitched carefully Like an old worn out quilt sewn only to soothe all your mountains of guilt You'll never quite know about that empty scorn 'cause you weren't around when my insanity was born You were meant to come see us but you never did by the time you show up I'll think- Too little to late It took some time to warm up to the thought that this man was my dad Who hoped love could be bought I'm not saying, that I loved you any less it was wondering if you really still cared That I was left just to guess I wanted to forgive you In hopes that you'd see that left back in your shadows was a broken, unwanted me I was left with an image of a girl on daddy's lap That would one day grow up to take another man's crap You missed a few birthdays, A Christmas or two But what really went missing was the father in you You were always distracted when we talked on the phone, I was part of that old life, you wish went unknown Yes, you are my father that now I don't know The time keeps ticking, as your daughter's grow You keep running away, keep turning your head Oblivious to all the tears on my bed that I've shed I'll stay left behind in the life that wasn't good enough for you, Yes, you are my father Just not the one that I knew.
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
My dad
Promises stitched carefully Like an old worn out quilt sewn only to soothe all your mountains of guilt You'll never quite know about that empty scorn 'cause you weren't around when my insanity was born You were meant to come see us but you never did by the time you show up I'll think- Too little to late It took some time to warm up to the thought that this man was my dad Who hoped love could be bought I'm not saying, that I loved you any less it was wondering if you really still cared That I was left just to guess I wanted to forgive you In hopes that you'd see that left back in your shadows was a broken, unwanted me I was left with an image of a girl on daddy's lap That would one day grow up to take another man's crap You missed a few birthdays, A Christmas or two But what really went missing was the father in you You were always distracted when we talked on the phone, I was part of that old life, you wish went unknown Yes, you are my father that now I don't know The time keeps ticking, as your daughter's grow You keep running away, keep turning your head Oblivious to all the tears on my bed that I've shed I'll stay left behind in the life that wasn't good enough for you, Yes, you are my father Just not the one that I knew.
Littlemisspikachu17
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
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