The hopes that were raised, only to be brought back down
The situation has me dazed,
I see him as nothing but a clown.
Broken family, promises, and a heart
The effort he said he’d put never began to start
He’d watch me play one day,
That’s all he would ever say…


(Breath)

I can’t really be angry with you
For doing what you always do
I should have expected this
In fact I should have expected less
You’ve never really been there
You’ve never really played fair
You come around whenever it strikes your fancy
But never when it would be convenient for me

I can’t really hold it against you
You’re just doing what you always do

Playing daddy when you want
And remaining absent when you don’t
Saying you’ll be there
Making me hope, it really isn’t fair
But it’s OK, because you’ve molded me
Shown me who I don’t want to be

You failed to notice that I’ve been to Hell and back,
Twice for you and I was very tempted to go back again because…
As you know 3 is the magic number but …
But I guess I really should thank you
For doing all that you do
Or should I say for not doing anything at all
For standing by, watching while I fall
For never really being there
For not playing fair
For teaching me how to spot a lie
And how hold it back when I want to cry

All I have left to say is thank you
For all that you didn’t do
And for not following the plan
Because it made me a strong woman
You never cared to stand by my side
So when you look at me, don’t show any pride
You have no right to claim responsibility
Cause you had no hand in raising me
You should know, I’m not angry at you
Or any of the things you didn’t do
You don’t have that kind of power over me