I envy those who can wake up each morning to their dad, and think nothing of it. Waking up each day, hating your dad for no particular reason, other than you’re a moody teen, or it’s how everyone else behaves. You’re all fucking selfish pricks, and you take everything for granted. Oh, you hate your dad because he didn’t buy you that new outfit you demanded? Because he wouldn’t let you go...

I close my eyes,and imagine you’re here,Holding me close,and ridding my fears.I’ll pretend that we’re flying,in the starlit sky,And you’re holding me close,in your arms as I cry.But I can’t imagine,and pretend forever,i can’t act like i don't care,that you and me aren't together.i need to stop imagining,for real life is what i need,you're the mother and i'm the baby,and i'm due for a...