How do I explain this feeling inside?
The need to tell you how I feel
But I won’t because I’ll never lie
Unlike you, my wounds will never heal
Thanks to you
I almost wish my mom had an affair
Do you have any idea of what I wish?
That you would go back to Florida and get the hell out of my hair!
Michael Jackson would be a better dad than you!
In fact anyone would if they cared
You couldn’t even provide enough food for us you were to busy getting with you know who
Even though you had a wife and 4 kids at home wanted you the be there
To be their daddy from years ago
When we were blind to the abuse, to your lustful rage
But no,
You were to busy getting laid
You bastard!
I wish you were dead!
Though you’ve never heard
The voices that scream inside my head.