father

Written by: janae morgan

you wernt there half my life
Then i see you and ask how to make up all that time
I give you my number to see if you still care
Mabye you do and mabye you dont
It really dont matter if your there or not cause its me you've lost
I'm sorry you feel the way you do
To lose hope in your daughters name
I hope god strikes you while its pooring rain
How will i forget the pain
You made me cry when i seen your face
I didnt no weather to leave or faint
But all i know is that its me 
And do i really still believe
Do i need a father yes but no
My answer will never show