| To My Father |
| I want to say to you a little verse, you see. All of this I say is true, straight to you, from me. You're never there for anyone, no one's worth another look. All you care about is the sum of your big, fat pocketbook. You left me behind to live in your mansion on a lake. You never had to me a dime to give, though you're always quick to take. Even though you're never there, you still want to control me. I don't kow why you even care, you no longer really know me. |
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