Hailey Stump

(August 7,1998 / Dayton)

Getting Rid Of You


You try to protect me when your around
But I feel like I'm in the pound
You never made a sound
Or even came around
I feel like you don't love me as a daughter
I would rather belong to Jeff
If I leave you alone
I would stand there like a stone
Wondering what you have been doing when I need you
With the tone of a mad woman
You upset me
So dad forgive me
But you make me live in fear
Fear of never seeing you again
Its been to long of this madness
But you make it feel like sadness
I have to fake being happy around you
But its too much to do
In order to impress you
I have to make a boarder around us
You were nowhere to be found
But I was surrounded in tears
Knowing you weren't there to hear me or even caring to be near me
With me always living in fear

Submitted: Thursday, June 05, 2014
Edited: Saturday, June 14, 2014

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