I can't stand the way you act,
Like you know me,
When you don't.
You haven't been there,
For me,
When I needed you.
You haven't cared,
For me,
When I needed it.
You might as well,
Walk out on us.
In a way,
You have.
Who pays for our food?
Mommy.
Who pays for our clothes?
Mommy.
She does everything,
While you sit around,
On your ass,
Thinking you're above us.
So many times,
You've let me down.
So many times,
I've lost hope in you.
Daddy,
I loved you.
And I thought you,
Loved me too.
But all the other kids,
Their daddies are there,
They care.
Why don't you?
What did I do?