After all those times...
the times you weren't there...
those nights when i would cry in bed because it didn't seem fair....
i would glare into the night...
deep in the stars...
wishing just once you would send me a birthday card...
now i am older...
and i turned into my very own soilder...
raising myself with out you was a battle...
but i guess it was the responsibility you just couldn't handle...
and now that your here it really doesn't matter...
i see your efforts but now its too late...
its really you who i should hate...
but instead i sit here and wright
because all these words to your face will only cause a fight..
i love you still...
but i cant help but wonder..all those nights,
..where the hell were you?
