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Created on: November 18, 2009
Always played the victim role
Because you were never there
Never talked to each other for an extended time
Because you never really cared
Constantly putting up a front in front of others
But behind closed doors, we barely know each other
I didn't ask to be brought into this world
Or for you to father me
It was between you and my mother
And yet, you still rarely acknowledge me
How am I suppose to feel when I see you?
Am I suppose to pretend and jump for joy?
I've spent far too many years trying to get through to you
Now that I'm all grown up, it doesn't matter as much
I just know the truth, which I had to learn the hard way
I stop pondering or shedding tears
After a while, it just becomes useless
Not getting to know me like you should
It's your lost and it's all on you
One day you just might regret what you didn't do
It's a shame to be a deadbeat
What do you really profit from it?
It's an undesirable title
That no one should obtain
But to you it doesn't make a difference
If it did, you would have did more
I bet if someone asked you about me
You would lie with a straight face
Telling them some bogus tales
Because you just don't know me and aren't trying to get to know me
I wouldn't lie if I was approached and you came up
I'm far too real for the all the lies
I'll just let them know, what I don't know about you
Instead of pretending and telling them what they want to hear
There is no shame, so I want front about anything
I've made it this far without your support and I'm still rising.
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