Treasure Island

Zuleyma Garcia

Daddy's little girl

How could you have left
I was only a little girl
and as you would say
I was daddy's little girl

I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you cared
I wonder if it was my fault
for you to leave as well.
For me you were my world,
but you didn't even cared
and like I said I was daddy's little girl.

I wonder how you are,
have you changed at all.
I wonder if you miss me
like I've been missing you.
I wonder if you care about me
like I care about you.

but now they are just thoughts
that will never leave my heart.
Daddy's little girl is gone,
Now I'm 16.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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My dad left when i was only 4 years old. And when i was 8 my older brothers left too. sometimes i blame my self for all of the people that left.

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