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2 little souls,

too young to understand

why his exit was so abrubt,

why it was so unplanned.



"Why doesn't he come around?"

"Doesn't he love us anymore?"

These same questions I've asked myself

a hundred thousand times before.



The gifts left on the doorstep

are a pathetic love attempt.

I've tried so hard to forgive him,

but I've got so much contempt.



I hear their voices, happy,

"He came, he came, he came!"

"He left us presents, Toni!"

removing all their blame.



He doesn't send me presents.

I think, with me, he knows better.

I won't be bought with money,

or a cheesy "I'm sorry," letter.



Doesn't mean it hurts any less,

when I hear their excited shouts.

They can't remeber the bad times,

what he was REALLY all about.



Do me a favor, "Daddy",

leave those girls alone.

Don't send them stupid gifts,

or call them on the phone.



Either be in their lives completely,

or leave them alone, forever.

This "in and out" is bullshit

you think you're so damn "clever".



You may think this is working,

you're blind, you can't see,

when they grow up soon they'll realize,

and they'll hate you just like me.