Where were you
When I needed you most
You ran away
And told me
Its all for my own good.
It seems to me
When everything is fine and dandy
You hang round my head
Then blame me
For not running to you.
Don't call me daughter, sister, friend
I'm not your bastard child
I have a Father already
And two would be just weird.
7 years ago
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