I find my child hood memorys soaked in all your drink,
was on my own at twelve in solitude and hell, while you indulged your sin in the f***ing loony bin.
Please Father now reveal the nature of this thought when I reached out for love in your distance I got nought.
I am a woman now and still need your support but when I try and turn to you rejection is all you sport.
So tell me what you think when your daughter feels alone do you think you both could condesend from high horse and from throne?
Please tell me what you feel when in public I reveal that all the scars you've gave me will never ever heal.
and tell me what you think when I'm the one in need alone and desperate grasping in the darkness while I bleed.
and tell me what you know about the things I suffered, the things I keep a secret the way christiphers granda taught me.
So mother show me that your straight and that the heavy weight I carry around with me is not your falt, and have you the courage to admit you were never there.
"An original idea. That can't be too hard. The library must be full of them."