- this pain the worst of all kinds,
- it hurts at all times,
- with you it's alright,
- but those are just short lives,
- my little girl and I'm not even courtside,
- I'm lost in a sore mind,
- my heart stored in your eyes,
- I'm past my ability I'm breaking,
- my picture frames are vacant,
- me and you together those images are fakeness,
- my aura is a blank pitch
- and him in the mirror,
- he aint ,
- I feel I'm loosing any remains of a sain grip,
- it seem life sees it aint fit,
- I believe it's intentions,
- to keep our relationship untradition,
- since your birth theres been a certain distance,
- my work persistant still I fail to fix it,
- the resentment strong enough to cut off,
- any actions or proper thoughts to mend it,
- the wound reinflicted every second of every minute,
- I'm bearly bearing,
- momentarily they're your parents,
- I'm outside merly staring,
- every week or so I'm clearly thier aren,
- your laughing daddy I love you,
- I take a knee to hug you,
- I crumble,
- in you gental squeeze,
- cause I love you too,
- this I mostly imagine,
- I'm once again trapped in,
- it's a daydream
- and I've grown to weak to stop the tear's stream.