Take a look in the mirror,
Is this problem getting any clearer?
You're a shell of a woman,
Completely hollow,
Scars they decorate your arms,
And that bracelet with 3 little charms,
That one your daddy gave you for christmas,
Right before he left us,
He left for the country, wanted to get away from the high life,
Go back to where things were simple,
That bracelet,
Its your only connection to him
And you never take it off,
You say you never will,
And there are parts of me that believe you,
The three little charms,
Ballet slippers, for when you took tap,
Saxophone, for the side of you that loved jazz,
And a heart, to let you know he loved you from the start,
He'll love you until the end, even if you never see him again.
Daddy isn't doing so great,
Lost nearly half his weight,
And as he lay on his death bed,
All he wants to do,
Is see his little girl again,
He takes his last breath, screaming your name,
Now all you want to do is go back in time, and warn him,
Warn him of what is to come, tell him to stay with you until his final day,
And ofcourse, he wouldn't listen,
But atleast you would have been able to try,
Try and save your dads life.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
Take a look in the mirror,
Is this problem getting any clearer?
You're a shell of a woman,
Completely hollow,
Scars they decorate your arms,
And that bracelet with 3 little charms,
That one your daddy gave you for christmas,
Right before he left us,
He left for the country, wanted to get away from the high life,
Go back to where things were simple,
That bracelet,
Its your only connection to him
And you never take it off,
You say you never will,
And there are parts of me that believe you,
The three little charms,
Ballet slippers, for when you took tap,
Saxophone, for the side of you that loved jazz,
And a heart, to let you know he loved you from the start,
He'll love you until the end, even if you never see him again.
Daddy isn't doing so great,
Lost nearly half his weight,
And as he lay on his death bed,
All he wants to do,
Is see his little girl again,
He takes his last breath, screaming your name,
Now all you want to do is go back in time, and warn him,
Warn him of what is to come, tell him to stay with you until his final day,
And ofcourse, he wouldn't listen,
But atleast you would have been able to try,
Try and save your dads life.
Completely fictional, I just like the way it flows, Critism is always appreciated.
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