I spent 15 years not wanting to know
I spent 15 years saying He should be dead
But it was all anger for leaving me, and My sister

Now I am left with a question

Are you my Father?

If I do meet you I am not friend but Foe
And I would like to kick you until you bled
But I won't Sir, poor excuse of a man, mister

Now I am left with a question

Are you my Father?