Daddy..I love you

Every night he'd come home drunk,
Without a care of who I was
He'd throw me up against the wall just to see me cry.

I'd ask myself, why oh why, does he do such harm to me,
am I bad?
Does he hate me?,
I thought he loved me, so..,

Shown up,in a little pink dress,with bruises on my arms,
tears in my eyes, and pain throughout my body..
Although he'd hit me, continuously, I still loved my Daddy, and I knew, he loved me.

Unforntunately he died lastnight, drunk driving isnt good,
At least I had one night alone, no pain to suffer from.

I wish things could've worked out, my Daddy was still alive, but none of that will happen, cause he drank and had to drive.