Dear Daddy

You say you want to spend time with me,
but when you do, you just judge and criticize me.

You ask about all the scars and tattoos and I reply, "I don't know,"
but all og the meaningful scars do not show.

And about the whole black thing,
you'll never know until I sing.

I don't want to be another barbie in this stereotypical world.
The way I am lets my emotions be unfurled.

Your breaking my emotional strings,
making me feel like a million nothings.

My friends help me through it all.
They're who I'm with when you call.

I know I didn't call much,
but I was all nervous and such.

Don't get me wrong you were a cool guy,
but let me live my life until the day I die.