All you see is the mistakes he made in the past,
But what I see is the way he treated me and my "family."
He was what I had,
Because I sure wasn't calling what I used to have a dad.
The history you were willing to throw away over a few of his mistakes.
But did you not see how much the little me needed someone like him?
He could of been the difference from now,
Just think of it.
Maybe I wouldn't fucking hate men,
Maybe he would have been the one to believe me then.
Maybe he would of earned my trust,
But all you saw was that little mistake.
Not the improvement in my life he made,
And when he was sent away without a word said to me,
I began to shade in my world with dangerous ways,
That no child should ever be exposed to.
All of the things I would do,
And to think he could have helped me through it.
Anything would of helped.
A phone call, a letter, a visit.
But you didn't see it like that,
All you saw was an excon,
Not someone that could of saved your daughter.
But now the thought of any of this is slaughtered.