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To my father, can you hear me?
Its your daughter, and I'm leaving.
You have hurt me for too long.
I packed my bags and now I'm gone
Though I'm still here my mind halts,
When it hears all of your insults.
So you sit there not knowing,
All the damage you're bestowing.
Now I'm screwed up just like you are,
But soon i will be real far,
From your manner and your speaking,
And the way you think that your king.
But one day when you wake up,
You'll just have to face up
and you will always wonder
Where's your daughter, and you'll ponder
Where I've gone but you won't know,
Where I am or where i'd go.
So just sit there, not knowing
All the damage you're bestowing
because one day you'll discover,
You were wrong but I will be gone
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