Tagarchief: Familie

Picture Perfect

You’ve been gone for so long, why do you still control my life?
What gives you the right to still mess with my head
You’ve made me who I am and I can’t say that I’m proud of that
It takes a lot of effort, to not become like you
You were not the father figure, the example
That every child so desperately needs
You denied me a life of my own, it all had to be done your way
Why do I get so worked up about my past?
And can’t I see a future, with somebody else
I need to go a different way
I can’t possibly still love you?