I always try to do right everytime,
But you look as though I just committed a crime.
Maybe I'll grow up have some kids and a beautiful wife,
Yet your cutting me down like the grim reapers scythe.
Wounds so deep they left an internal mark.
Then you question why I'd rather walk alone in the dark.
You tell me my age doesn't prove that i'm grown,
If you payed more attention you would know what I accomplished on my own.
And yeah its nice you pay for my phone,
but it doesn't mean much since you walked out of our home.
With all this pain inside I hide it with a smile,
Even you don't visit you can make a phone dial.
Everyday I wake up I'm reminded of your name,
Because it so happens your and mine are the same.
Most people at this point would probally be mad,
No matter how I angry I get... In the end your still my dad.