Daddys Lil girl.

Walking out of my life.
No hugs or good byes.
Just packing and going.
Without me even knowing.

I used to get texts.
Saying how i was missed.
But no all we do is argue.
And I'm so sick of this.

Ive tried to tell you how i feel.
But to you, there just words.
Ive cried at night, wishing you knew.
How much missing you really hurts.

Used to be daddy's little girl.
Looks like that has changed.
You should be making an effort.
It was you that moved away.

People ask why i bother.
With who you turned out to be.
The truth is..
Your my dad.
And you always will be.

I miss it when you held my hand.
I miss your good night hugs.
I miss it when you made sure.
I knew that i was loved.
I miss you pushing me on the swings.
I miss you sticking up for me.
But above all this.
What i miss most,
is the person you used to be.