A stranger I've known my entire life; and even though I feel neglected
I say to you nothing of how I feel but what, all my life, I've been pretending.
A remedy for sorrow from a father's words at birth
cannot be found in stores. Or even in any corner of this earth.
For a child of a broken home feels torn so many times
through the way I never see you and all your little lies.
I noticed the man you were thought to be was nothing but a disguise.
A stranger I've known my entire life; and even though I feel neglected
I say to you nothing of how I feel but what, all my life, I've been pretending.
No I do not like you, I love you. I say those words with caution.
Because you try to buy my love like it’s being sold at some old auction.
But a daughter knows the side roads you take just to make up for the time you lost.
And for 17 years, my love was priceless; why did you think that it cost?
You’re my father, Im your daughter...but I guess it is your loss.
A stranger I've known my entire life; and even though I feel neglected
I say to you nothing of how I feel but what, all my life, I've been pretending.
Two kids of your own, but neither of them you claim.
Too caught up in your other life, filled with cheating and those childish games.
Grown man? I think not. Try a little childish boy.
Newsflash: Im not 5 anymore. You can’t buy me back with some little toy.
So erase your title as a father; change it to unemployed.
So this goes out to a stranger I've known my entire life, and it’s true I've been neglected.
But there's no more holding back how I feel; I am no longer pretending.
I dislike you, but will always love you, for you are my father.
Signed with a happy birthday, love, your daughter.
Monday, March 16, 2009
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