I Sit And Begin Reminiscing About My Childhood And Notice, There Was A Father Missing. I Never Blamed You, I Always Blamed Another, I Even Stooped So Low As To Blame My Own Mother. It Wasn't Mine, My Sister's, Or My Brother's Fault , You Should've Taken Responsibility Because You're A Full Grown Adult. You Hurt Me Bad, But I'm Not Sad Because You're Not Here So I Hate What We Never Had. You Don't Write Or Bother To Call And Sometimes I Wonder If You Were Real At All. You Sit In My Thoughts As My Love For You Rots, The Pain's Grip Is Tighter Than My Stomach Full Of Knots. The Void Was Here With Me More Than You Ever Were, And Now That I've Stopped Thinking Your Memory Fades To A Blur.