They called you damaged goods
And broken beyond compare.
Some how some way you hooked my mom in.
She saw you as a stray animal to nurse back to health.
Little did she know she was playing with fire.
You helped create me
But you did not raise me.
You broke my mom down
Piece by piece.
Hurting her didn’t bother her
But as soon as it was me she fled.
I knew you as a “bad man” my whole life.
“Daddy issues” is what they said I have.
But how can I have that when you never came around?
They say I resemble you,
With my big hazel eyes.
I’ve waited and my hopes fall down.
Gram says to me to not set my expectations too high.
I am no longer hurt by you,
But I hurt for you.