Dear Daddy
You don’t know about the times I've been cold and outside
Or the time I was drunk and got in a vehicle with random guys.
You don’t know about the time I woke up covered in blood and alcohol
And you don’t know about the guy who threw me against a wall
I hope you like your new house and the yard you spent hours to make look great
The hours that I spent pinned down getting raped
I hope you and wife are happy and sleeping well at night
Because while you were sleeping I got in a drunk bar fight
I hope you love your mustang that you saved up to get
With my savings I went out and bought a couple grams of meth
You don’t know about the tears the anger or the fear
And I do a really good job of covering it up when you’re near
Dear daddy
I hope you got what you wanted in life and you have a legacy that lives on
because when you’re finally where you want you might realize that your daughter is gone.
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