Hi, Dad, It’s me.
Maybe one day you will see
how bad you are hurting me.
While I’m here crying,
all you’re doing is lying.
It is sad to say.
I don’t get why it has to be this way.
How do you do what you do?

Maybe one day you will see
and I wont have to think of you as an absentee.
Some say “It’ll be okay,” I just think,
“Maybe one day.”
I don’t know what it takes,
you’ve already had a break.
When I think about you
I just shake.

I want you back in my life,
I’m not gonna beg twice.
I’m tired of being nice.

All the times I wanted a call
You still weren't there
not there at all.

I thank Mom everyday
for everything she does for me.
Everyday,
I wish it wasn't this way.

Maybe one day you will see
I don’t want anything.
Just your love and care.