So tap at my window

And Mother i blame you,

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.

No regrets?

You want to set foot on the plane with no regrets?

What actually gets me about this whole messed up situation is that you don't see that i'm upset because you made the effort to see her before you go, but you didn't want to see me, you can barely pick up the phone to me anymore, but you found time in your busy schedule to contact her.

Here's to 8 years tomorrow.