Are We the Waiting?

your typical call came today
i should've expected something like this
you said enough to brush the dust away
but you didn't expect me to be tired of your shit

you're nothing to me anymore
'cause you've never been a dad
you try to stick your foot in the door
it used to work, but now all you have

is the memory of two broken-hearted children
the ones you've been playing like mindless little toys
take the thoughts of us to your death bed
for, your façade, i will destroy.

you will learn to never expect a letter or call
just like i've learned the hard way to do
i'm taking all my memories off the wall
the false and rare ones of me and you

i'm not going to sit back and let this go on
no i'm going to stop it where it is.
you're not my dad, no you've already long gone
and i'm not dealing with all of your bullshit

i've suffered my whole life, cried many tears
all because of the pain of kowing the truth
but now i'm not succumbing to my childish fears
'cause i'm sick and fucking tired of dealing with you

stay outta my life, you useless prick.