Father, why aren't you in my life?
I tried and tried to forget you
but I don't want to lose this fight.
I'm fighting for a way to see you
even though you shut me out every time
What's holding you back?
Is it because you never wanted kids?
Am I not good enough for you?
These are all the questions that pass in mind.
Father, why aren't you in my life?
Can you give me a good reason that you slammed the door?
Can you give me a good reason why you blocked me out of your life?
Father, why aren't you in my life?
Ever since I was born
You skipped right out of my life
You missed the moments
where I needed you the most
Does it hurt to not even know your daughter
I guess not because you never even tried
I guess you weren't a father
you were just a donor
Father, why aren't you in my life?
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