Why Poem by Dawn Gothic

Oh Dad, you did nothing wrong,
but you have to go for do long,
you did nothing but love us all yearlong
Oh Dad, why do you have to pay?

It was the frist born,
like a thorn
Tearing into the family,
causing so much pain.

You love us no matter what
you even quite the cigarette butt,
all just for us
Oh Dad, why do we all have to pay?

It was the frist born,
like a thorn
tearing into the family,
causing so much pain,

You did nothing wrong
you were there for us when we ned you to be
you listened when we complained
you were there in the back when it was all about us
every consert, every day, every night, every fail and every pass, you were there to guild and push us in the right way. You know what to do and what not to do. You were going to teach me to drive and show my sister how to pass class.

But the frist born
like a painfull thorn
tearing into the family
causing us pain, causing you pain

Oh Dad you should have much better, but then agian you have much more then he can take.