You're dead to me.
A father that's never been much of one.
A husband that couldn't see through his god
you look down your nose at us thinking that
You are the one that's been punished, been wronged
Your "love" through your lectures, I don't need
A man who couldn't see through his religion's greed
You look down your nose at all of us
Sir, we are the ones who were wronged
Our lives would have been better without you
Because obviously you're never willing to change
you never will be
so you'll remain
the father I don't need.
you're dead to me
but then again
haven't you always been?
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