to my "daddy"
Written by me one day (when I was 17) in my school in Pakistan. I moved there for the first time ever when I was 15 and never fitted in. I was missing my friends back in London (my home-town) when I wrote this. Seems like nobody wants me now either.
this is for the one that i love....and it's plain to see it's killing me, that everyday, when you're away, i fight myself so much.
