My Wounderful Day

A little thing i'd say if my Dad was dead.......

Oh, how we're all gathered here today.
All sobbing and pleading for you to stay.
And you know I can't take it.
Back to the day.
Where you used to rule.
Oh god did feel so good?
Remeber that time?
Remeber that place.
Bet you think I didn't remember your face.
While you kicked me out.
I'm down on the ground
I stand up and say.

Why should we be over acting?
Crowed his grave
We should be laughing
It's true
Cause i know what he did to you!
I know what he put you through
The countless nights
The terrible fights
Begging for your own child's life
to work out all right.
So i will say
We should be celebrating
This wounderful day.

I'll bring the champagne
I'll pour the glass
No time at all
We'll forget your ass
You know.
It was just a matter of time.
Oh father dear it's hard to say
i didn't love you anyway
It's true.
I send this out to you.
Lying in the floor
Staring at the coffin door
I take off the extra weight
you know what I'm trying to say

Why should we be over acting?
Crowed his grave
We should be laughing
It's true
Cause i know what he did to you!
I know what he put you through
The countless nights
The terrible fights
Begging for your own child's life
to work out all right.
So i will say
We should be celebrating
This wounderful day.
Hip hip hurray!
I'm shedding my tears today.
This longly awaited
Joyous and jaded
Over the top...
Wounderful beautiful day...

What do you think? seriously I'd like an oppinion.....and not just "Oh, im sorry about your dad.."
Yeah ya know, you could say that...but don't, i need no sorrys.....just woundering how this is...I mean i just wrote it....if you care....