why make me

why make me believe

in fairies in the trees?

why make me think that things always seemed

like magic

then leave me like a hat trick

why make me think

you was a great dad when you turned shit

when you should have been here

you cared more about finding a woman

then then woman you made and left to rot and I was sick it was grave

why make me think that you gave a shit

you haven’t even bothered to meet your grandkids

thats sick

I hope you are happy at least

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