It was a cold dark morning,
On the day that I died,
I woke up and cried,
On the day that I died,
I got dressed in silence,
On the day that I died,
Ate breakfast in darkness,
On the day that I died,
Surrounded by hate,
On the day that I died,
He drove past,
On the day that I died,
Never even waved,
On the day that I died,
My fragile heart shattered,
On the day that I died.
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To avoid any confusion, this poem is about my relationship with my dad.
