How could you just go

How could you just leave

How did you come to the decision

To just walk out the door and leave me


How can you go on with your day

How can you have the knowledge of your creation

You knew what you were doing for a fact

But you still turned around and never come back


I dispute myself of what I've done

That you don't care enough to come

You are family and a piece of me

I'm your daughter but you are nothing more than the creator

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