With every inch of the being you gave,
For i have become you,
And i know every part of your game,
And Father i love you,
But how could you watch as i pushed her away,
I cannot forgive you,
For bringing me up this way.
...because times are tough for a hopeless romantic and persistant daydreamer
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
Not even close… Not even a little bit… Not even at all.