When All You Want To Do Is Cry

Hey.
Same old story, every night.
Just wish you could shut up.
Stop stealing my father-daughter moment.
):

Just want you to be gone.
Really.
You're ruining my life.
My family life.

And I'm left with nobody.
:/











Sigh, my Loggie will cheer me up (:

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