You used to take me shopping
You bought me so many new things

You thought it might help me forget
The hurtful words you liked to scream

But I never wanted your baggage
you disguised as your love


I just wanted a dad
I wanted a genuine love-

the kind that doesn’t have a price

the kind that isn’t laced with judgement
your words as cold as ice

I’m sorry your dad hurt you
I’m sorry your brother was mean

But I wish you would’ve healed
Instead of taking it out on me.