Fatherless Daughter

You didn't raised me

You left. Because I wasn't your problem

I gave you chance after chance when you came crawling back

But you were stubborn & pride was more important than your flesh and blood

You left me.

My mom did good raising me, even found a guy to step up and take your place

Never once did you thank him, for being the man you couldn't be

So when he's at my milestones and you aren't

Ask what you did to be in that position

Because it sure as hell wasn't my fault

Its your pride  

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