I’m not sorry for what I’m gonna say, dad, but honestly, there’s no surprise to anyone that I turned out this way.
Sure, you were always there and gave me money when I needed it but you always tore me down with what you’d say.
I know you regret it but that won’t undo the years of pain and my new behavior.
You wanted a good successful daughter but, boom bitch, the plan backfired, and you got a failure.
The games, the screams, the broken stuff, whispering shit under our breath.
Never say sorry, you buy me new shit, I forgive but never forget.
What was the reason for you to make me upset?
You had already decided and you had your mind set.
Every time I ask for help, you always have to try.
You only wanna see if you can once again make me cry