He's slamming doors again
This isn't how I pictured most my nights to end
But yet here we are
again
I locked myself in my room
That's all I'm good at, I presume
It's all I know how to do
It's all I can against you
And I only have a few more years
Until my sister gets out of here
And then I'm left
To fend for myself
But why,
Why bring two little girls into life
Only to make them wish they would die
And you watch
As the light fades from the little ones eyes
I've got these Daddy issues
Though I don't want me to
I can't keep thinking of you
Yet you're in my rearview
And I can't look in a man's eyes
Without thinking about that time
I just want to sleep at night
Without reminders of you...
You, you don't think you're in the wrong
That you're "doing what good would want"
And that you're helping me along
No, I, I don't know why
Little girls don't turn out
How their fathers wanted
But how could I know?
I NEVER SAW HIM
YOU ARE READING
never understand
PoetryWords are suffocating. A book of songs I've written over the past five years.
