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Daughter to Father, Daugther to Father. I am broken but I am hoping. Daughter to Father, Daughter to Fater. I am crying, a part of me is dying and these are the confessions of a broken heart. Daughter to Father, Daughter to Father.
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I wait for the postman to bring me a letter
I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older
Why’d you have to go
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me is dying and
These are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
I wear all your old clothes your polo sweater
I dream of another you the one who would never
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me, that’s what I needed
why’d you have to go
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don’t know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth, did u ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart
I love you, I loved you
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15 years and five months old now.
16 years and two months ago, you and her made a mistake. Something that couldn't be taken back. She turned you out and by doing that, forever hurt me. I will never get to know you. The one time when I was considering finding you, she jumped into the middle and called you first. All of those things you said really hurt me. I hope one day soon you realize you have three daughters, not two. I know if you were to see me, even catch a glimpse of me, you would know me. You would know I am your daughter. I am your first. You would know you have lost out on at least 15 years of my life. You would know you weren't there for me when I rode my first bike. You would regret not being there for my first day of school, of junior high, and of high school. I want you there for when I go to college. I want know my half sisters. I want to know my step mom. I want to know you really weren't trying to not be a part of my life. I want to know you really didn't think I was yours and if you did you wouldn't have let me go. I want to know you care about me. I want to know you miss me. I want to know you think about me, and that you have thought about me this entire time. I want to know you have stayed up night after night thinking about me, what I look like, how I am doing in school...just like I wondered where you were, who you were with, how many kids you have, are you married now, what do you do for a living. I want to know you've cried because of confusion. I miss you and I don't even know you. I will never be okay until I meet you. I won't be complete. You haven't been replaced and you never will be. I do have a dad though. He cares for me very much. I haven't be neglected. Infact, I have a wonderful dad. It just isn't the same though. Someday..somehow..I just want to meet you. I love you.