Last Good-Bye
Your life is such a pity
that's all it will ever be
your nothing but a poser
you worthless wanna-be
you call yourself a dad
well sorry but that's a title that you earn
it's not something that's just given to every guy
because he shot out some freakin sperm
who was there in the middle of the night
when i woke screaming from nighmares
it sure as hell was never you
who stayed till there were no more tears
who cleaned up my scraped knees
who held me just because
who let me win to cheer me up
those things a real dad does
wait, does you name ring a bell
no, because you were never there
oh you thought your yearly visit
would show us that you cared
I'm not surprised
to know you would think that
just thinking you can't be that stupid
but oh how sad, you are in fact
God get a grip
your worthless, what dont you get
nothing more, nothing less
just a good waste a space and that is it
ok you can go now
just like you have before
the one thing you were ever good at
walking out the door
but please make this one forever
no more broken promises, no more lies
they are not gonna hurt me anymore
I'm done, it's your turn to ask why
Copyright © Krystle Blackshire | Year Posted 2005
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