Daddy's Girl
Played out by 'My way' Presley not Sinatra, the funeral procession of my estranged father,
I can't say I was sad that my father had died, but the relief when let loose all those
fears I'd hide,
he did some stuff which I like think he felt shame, he played with my childhood like some
hand in a game,
simple as that, did it matter or not? that depended entirely on the amount in the pot!
So now I can tell you all I was too scared to say, how you made me fearful every minute of
each day,
belittled by every word that you spoke, damaged maybe, but not totally broke,
thrown on the streets as a child of five, no coping skills of how to survive, took in by
the police frightend and weak, terrified to answer, afraid to speak,
returned to my Father as a runaway brat, as soon as they left I came under attack,
my one only friend by whom I was honestly loved was taken from me by your hand in black
gloves,
Bonnie my dog was so golden and bright, why drown her in the bath under the darkness of night?
Not done with your evil you were so damn depraved, you then made me bury her in a shallow
grave,
whilst with friends your an angel well known, end of the evening the devil came home,
and the beatings so violent likes a child should not know, and I'd pray every night that
you would just go,
why did you hate me? what was my crime, to be the object of hatred time after time,
well your gone now and buried and your not living in me, I cast you out - Daddy I'm free!
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