....

memories of you come back when i hear or see certain things.
i try so hard to forget what you put me through for that whole year of my life.
the year when i was young and decided you wanted to waltz back in like nothing.
then you shake my world upside down and cause me hell.

when i look up at the sky i should be thanking god im living another day.
instead i look up and cry, praying he would take me away.

as i recall you were suppose to be a father.
there is so much i could say to you.
i dont know how you and my mom even knew each other.
how you even spoke.

your pure scum of the earth. do you not see that ?
you feel the need to write me on myspace..
look for me on facebook..

as if nothing ever happened.

you are fucking sick.
maybe it was all the drugs.
who knows either way.

you have my permission to drop fucking dead.