It all started when I was just a little girl,

pills got you, and your life turned in a whirl.

I always wondered why I wasn't worth more than a pill,

addiction ruined you, our family, dad you're going downhill.

You say "pain is a prison, let me out of my cell",

Mom kicked you out a few weeks ago & you're living on someone else's couch in a motel.

I wanted to hate you, I wanted to be mad at you, I wanted a dad, God please just hear me out.

Dad you think I won't know it, you think I won't notice, you think I can't tell,

should I remind you dad how many times you've put me through this hell?

You're here, but you're really not

Your mind is held captive by all the devil's thoughts.

I'm eighteen years old now, married, and loved.

Dad, it's been eighteen years and you're still not here.

I pray for you every night hoping you will come around,

I pray you get a different reputation other than, hellbound.

After all the lies, I'm no longer hypnotized.

All the heartache, the nights alone, the nights hungry, afraid, and betrayed.

I pray because I love you Dad, oh and let me just add; afterall, you still are my dad.