I'm writing this letter about
Last Friday. You know what I'm talking about.
You called me from your work
and told me you would take me flying around.
You asked me about the future.
I told you about my plans to see the world.
You looked at me and rolled your eyes.
That was the beginning of my decline.
Scribbling on a tablet of paper.
Please excuse the tear stains.
I'm writing this to let you know how you've made me feel.
Because you have to live with that.
Live with the pain you've caused,
Destroying a young boys dreams.
I guess that's what you're best at.
Why are you my dad?
I've never heard you use those
Words to me. I broke down and started to cry.
You said I had no hope
and told me I would never be what I wanted.
After a hundred or so tears had been shed
You told me to 'grow up and grow a spine.'
Now I know what I want to be when I'm older:
The exact opposite of you.
Scribbling on a tablet of paper.
Please excuse the tear stains.
I'm writing this to let you know how you've made me feel.
Because you have to live with that.
Live with the pain you've caused.
Destroying a young boy's dreams,
I guess that's what you're best at.
Why are you my dad?
Everything's been building up,
Now everything's come crashing down.
But you don't want to understand,
So I'll be indignant and
Scream! Scream!
Cuz I'm just a fucking four year old.
Isn't that what you said daddy?!
Isn't that what you screamed at me?!
Scream! Scream!
Cuz I'm just a fucking four year old.
Isn't that what you said daddy?!
Isn't that what you screamed at me?!
Scream! Scream!
Why are you my dad?!
Why are you my dad?!