You say I'm a disappointment
Father, you opened my wounds
You act as if I chose this
I never would've chose this
Never would've been your child
Choosing my design of a life
You opened up my wounds, dad
Oh, why, aren't you glad?
And he's never good enough
You chose your girlfriend over me
Why? So she would be happy?
That she doesn't have to see
The one child that was planned?
The one that used to look up to you?
The one that defended you?
The one that was excited to see you?
My sister was terrified during that fight
And for that, I resent you
Not for all you've done..
You say "it's not my fault"
You left me in my mother's house
Put hotsauce on my tongue at 2
Even when you know it burns
Never asked how I was doing
Even if I wasn't doing well
"It's just how the world is"
But the world would be better
If your child had a good father
Alcohol out of the picture
Thinking that bald abusive son of a bitch
I don't understand how you sit to the side
You'd kill me if you knew
And you don't get to stand
Not aware of your child's health