Daddy, Daddy, Death
You’re a slave, you can’t live without it
But I know never will you admit.
You’re not that person that use to call me ‘my star’
But that person’s in there, he’s not too far.
You’re not that person that use to tuck me in at night.
I know mommy’s gone but it not just your fight.
You’re not the only one missing her; I have to live through it too,
But I am still young, and I am lost, I don’t know what to do.
I have to get up every morning, and hassle against the truth,