"Papa."

The hatred I express towards you, is true

You treated her cruelly, I despise you two

You might embrace and love me, but I see who're you

Your true self isn't embracing, nor ever were you

You are bad at affection, you're only good at alcohol

Consume that fucking bottle like it's your last one

Gulp by gulp continues, and hatred only grows

Come on, drink up, my papa,

I wish for you to go.

You say you put your piece into my little life

I've been here for a little, you've been here for a while

I know for sure you love me, but your love is cruel

Your anger is strong grief, and I see that too

You understand and love, but god I hate you too

Your words mean nothing compared to what you do

You've never understood what you've done to her

And her mocking's valid, while you feel from it; blue.

Maybe you're good with jokes, and good with your drunk state

Maybe you've never hurt us, but your screams were enough there

I watch you every evening, with them, or well, alone

So come on, drink up, you fucker,

Just go, already go.