When i was little
your best friends name was crack
you two would hang out in your room all day
with the door locked
if i needed you i couldn't get in
you were never there for me
and now people wonder why i am the way i am...
mom
she wonders why i care so much that we dont have a relationship
she says to look at you like a sperm donner
but you know
i just cant
you're my father
dads are suppose to be there for their daughters
they dont walk out one day
and leave you to a life with pain
wondering if it was my fault
what did i do to deserve this
was i not good enough for you
not as good as you best buddy crack
now i look back on it and see
and i just cant believe you choose drugs over me
