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Dad (Terrible Things Cover)

Est. June 22nd, 2016

By Peter DPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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By the age I was talking, you barely were home,

Day in and day out, Mom and I were alone.

When I used to watch those bittersweet memories,

Then older I questioned "Are we a family?"

I said "Dad am I right, do you promise to change?

It just seems you're always stuck on the same page."

To your face I can't say this, yet I truly believe,

In childhood you were never a part of me.

Sorry, but I can't leave this alone.

Because why should I live with this pain?

Why do you keep treating me like I'm still 2?

Like I'm just a little kid, so what can I do?

Too blind to see it so why even try?

You say you love me, it feels like a lie.

And I've said "I hate you" many times in the past,

You treated us wrong and I grow up too fast.

Filled with this guilt now, I keep hope alive,

And when we'll be closer, I hope we arrive.

Now all you who have a mom or a dad, treat them like you would a close friend,

Because you never know when it all can come to a tragic end.

You'll ask "Why did I treat you the wrong way I did?

Now I can't give you all my love that I hid."

Don't be upset now, there's still time for you,

Tell your parents you love them and treat them like you do.

Slow, so slow, I noticed how he tried to change.

I won't say "I hate you," you're now part of me,

And one day I hope that we're again family.

I wish and believe that I'll be able to pay back,

From my childhood all the traits that I lacked.

Sorry I acted like such a fool, when I should've showed I love you.

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