Im sitting here thinking about the time when i was your
favourite, and you were kinda mine, and im asking myself why
dont we anymore?why argue all the time?
I'm still angry at you dad, for all the time u werent
there,
and you may not realise but it takes alot for me to think
you care.. 
I wanted to be your little girl, and have you pick me up
from school like all my friends, but you were never there,
you were always too busy, at work, you were never at
home...
In time i began to realise that it paid for me to live,
it put food on the tables, and to the job you would give all
you could give.
Its ok, because im used to crien into my pillow when it
should be you im crying into,you should wipe my tears
im scared to tell you, but i chase away my own fears.
im used to you not bein here anymore
used to waking up hearing you walk out of the front door..
You missed my birthday this year dad, you werent there.
I dont mind you calling me a liar and a cheat, cos you would
know all about cheatin right? yeah i heard mum crien at
night, no dad i dont mind, its alright..
what makes me sad is that i get the blame
if something goes wrong i know i will hear my name..
its weird because we were close at the start
but i dont think that theres alot of love left in my heart
dont get me wrong, i know that i get mad
but it soemthing happened to you i would be sad
...you're still my dad...
But where were you?

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