o father dear father
im sick and tired of your lies
you say its all come to an end
am i to believe such lie?

it was the "end" years ago
end to bruises and tears
end to anger problems and all that crap
end to problems that lasted years

yet there u where today
i saw u with my own eyes
slaming the chair to the groud
and proving those lies

o father my father
dont u understand?
ur the cause of my attitude
ur y i get so mad

since i was 6 years old
u, daddy would hit me
id cry to sleep in my closet
waiting for an apology

that apology never arrived
only tears followed that night
no knocking on the door
 no saying sry or sleep tight

ur always complaining
saying i dont love you
how can i possibly love you
after all the things u do

as suprising as this may be
father i do love you so
its cause of u i live my life
and have the things i do

i just wish ud understand
that you are not always right
that u scared me when u come close
that im always afraid id die

only a few friends know
maybe two or three
only a few know that ive ran away
and try to kill myself constantly


its allright if u dont love me
ive learned to accept that fact
with age comes maturity
ive learned that my dearest dad