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Daddy Dearest
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Angsty Teen Years Daddy, how’s it feel,
to be a dead-beat?
To leave behind another child?
Three strikes you're out,
Isn't that how it goes?
You call yourself a father?
You say that you're a man?
Is that why you walked out on us?
Because it's funny,
How one day I'm your baby,
And the next I barely exist in your eyes.
I'm drunk with hate,
For this man they say is my father.
