‡ħę ¤ ®ėvẽ®ĕŋđ ¤ Åŋ†ị©ħ®ı§† ¤ §ųpẻ®§†ẫ® (mysterysunshine) wrote, @ 2003-11-23 15:45:00

once when i was three
my daddy turned to look at me
he told me that mommy loved me
and that she never meant to leave
all i could do is stare in disbelief
he said he knew i didn't understand
but that i would, when i became a man
there wasn't an ounce of doubt
when these words seeped through his mouth
i was unaware of the present day
time had lost track, in some weird way
then, again when i was five
daddy told me he didn't know how much longer he'd be alive
everyone was falling away from me
as i taste these metal nails of diversity
i always wonder what could have been
but as for now i can't even call you my friend
i'm dead, and somehow i feel betrayed
these are my feelings, all neatly displayed
and so, when i was ten
thats when daddy started drinking again
he told me not to worry, and everything would be alright
then one night, daddy had come home from a fight
i caught a glimpse of his face, battered and bruised
i can still feel his wind, as right by me, he cruised
he made his way upstairs
i heard things slamming, as he was throwing chairs
for the first time he had a lack of anything to say
i can still remember daddy's eyes when he told me to look the other way
i suddenly heard a bang, and daddy fell to the floor
i turned to look at him, he wasn't breathing anymore
i didn't know what to do, so i panicked and ran
an unexpected surprise, this wasn't written in the plan
i had no idea what to do, so i crawled under a rock, and cried
i started beating the ground but i didn't feel satisfied
so i went back in the house, and up to his room
i grabbed his gun, and i shot myself too.. ..

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