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stepfaher, its my massege to ya, when is give internet, fb, in the hell, is come to, you,my massage to your,Father, you were never there for me My father, youre gone Do not know where you are and that does not matter I can no longer remain silent Did not have a choice Youve messed up, stole and took my childhood Now the time has come To tell you the truth time Father, I can not bear it Why do you have to beat Mama With his fists in the stomach You are cheating and lying Why can not you love them? Why do you love only those hookers standing on the corner? Have you ever seen mom cry? The cries, the tears, of which I dream every night Every night I have fear that it crashes after eight My soul is torn, broken, and I ask you now My father, how could you do this to me? refrain: Whenever I needed you When I was lonely Father, you were never there for me Always have you forgotten me But I can not hate you Father, you were never there for me (Never you were there for me - you were never there) Father, youre full of pain, full of violence Cold nauseum Ive always afraid it pops Angry you become a criminal If you have drank too much, does your hatred Which is still greater than your stench Father, you make me sick I know you have a hard life Without a job and without friends Give you love and trust Thats why you do not have to knock around you Abbaun your frustration, ruining our lives You can traun anyone Not even Mom and me, if you do not put What does not kill hardens Will you tell me when you hit me Putting it on the floor, with the belt face That you think is your duty Please Daddy, please, do not do that chorus Father where are you? Why do you never present yourself? You know very well that I exist Did you ever love me? Do you know who I am, what I think, what I feel? Whether I have a friend if Im doing well in school? Youve never been your friend, you made mistakes I cried a lot because of you, but never laughed with you I miss you my father Do not think Im a pig Father, it is not easy to be called your son chorus I am no fear, to show what yahave done, with me... i have nothing to lose, only to won.. I have won, stepfather, but not ya.
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 00:43:06 +0000

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