His voice has grown to be more and more unheard,
The phrases haven't been effortly made to me,
And the manly decipals have been definately forgotten,
But he is exactly where he would like to be.
Even if it's not with me, I'm alright with that decision,
But my heart isn't- she's a stubborn little fellow,
She needs to hear the sounds to be a tab bit alright,
Stop telling her to shut up- feeding her mouth cocoa.
Sugar coating you're mistakes is sluggish of you,
I guess I forgot that is all you in a human being,
You do what you have to do just to get by,
My heart is aching- She cannot take your babbling.
I hate your lack of ability to even call me anymore,
Just to see how I am doing; or how I am not,
If I've achieved my dream yet, or tripped over a chair,
Or if my pen busted yet creating a circle inkblot.
But if walking on the moon isn't of your interest,
Then neither are my thoughts and dreamed dreams,
I'm expecting a father mentality out of a child,
Hatred for you is flowing through my bloodstream.
