One fathers love shadered by his own fists,
thougt he was a nice guy?
not lettin his temper fly?
here is my dad,
the one with adoption papers in his hand,
yeah, the guy i cant stand,
the reason i have this knife in my hand,
daddy please,
cant you see im on my knees,
im terrified into a ball,
back pressed to hard against the wall,
afraid of what you may do,
i didnt mean to be rude to you,
even though i wasnt,
bu that doesnt seem to matter now does it,
fuck it ill stand up and back hand you in the face,
trade the place,
now your the one gettin blows to the face,
but thats only a wish,
i feel like a fish,
without a bowl to run to,
why did it have to come to this,
here we go,
tried to keep low but i was walking to slow,
RUN for the phone,
no dial tone,
Now here we are, you caught me, we're alone,
picked up by my ams,
set off all my bodies alarms,
threw me to the floor,
time to hear me cry some more,
i cant call my mom,
Theres only one way out but the drop is long,
Pulled off the screen and put out my leg,
you ran in the room and i started to beg,
please dont hit me,
accept this plea,
finally step brother jay snuck me a cell,
i called from the closet trying not to yell,
Only the answering machine now im truley living in hell,
He got so mad he finally left the house,
Wet from tears my clothes were doused,
his little whore took me back,
safe in my home,
mentally alone,
no type of father figure at all,
since then not a single call.

 
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