Daddy’s girl, daddy’s girl.
That’s all I ever was, or at least wanted to be.
But do they not see.
Me and him ha, we don’t even speak.
I was abandoned and forgotten as quickly as I was conceived.
I once believed.
That a father could never leave
Should never leave
Would never leave?
I’ve heard your stories but have you heard mine dad?
The story of my life, the good and the bad?
I’ve never heard of an 11 year old who was so sad.
Asking how her father could get so mad, as to get drunk and go off on the ones that he loves.
Holding his daughter, his child, out the window by nothin but his thumbs.
What about the good times though?
Like hey how about all those school plays?
You saw them right dad?
No huh, oh I forgot you, were busy that day
You’ve been busy 6,205 days to be exact.
If only you could’ve cleaned up your act.
Another thing “father” that I should bring up.
Is Marco Padilla, his name should be enough.
It’s true what you’ve heard, he shattered my soul.
But Maybe if I had seen you, in your manly role.
I wouldn’t have blamed myself for the happiness he stole.
Some days, I think I hate you, but then I start to think.
Of everything I’m blessed with and that you will always stink.
Lets see I have a loving mom, who excuse me, works her ass off to the point where she is sore.
A goofy little sister, who I know deserves so much more.
Grandparents who took your spot and fill it quite well.
As far as I’m concerned, you can go to hell.
I forgive you marquis, but your services are no longer required.
Grandpa stands up.
Bumpa, you’ve been hired.