From the Heart
Trying to pick up pieces of my
Broken heart.
Trying to find the part of my
life, that I never had.
I'm talking about my dad.
He always was home but I felt
alone.
He liked spending more time
with his friends then me, That's
killing me.
His own blood, his own son.
Sometimes I want to say I'm
done .
Different now and that's in
past.
I know, I should let it go.
But I just want to know,
If love flows in his veins?
I think he just likes me because
I carry the name-Mario Perez
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