my read dad,
yeah - he's a real piece of work,
sometimes i want to call him,
and say "hey look i love you",
but everytime i work up the courage,
i stand at a hult,
thinkin to myself "im not the adult",
so why do i have to make that call,
why cant he be a man,
and take that stand,
sometiems i sit in my room thinkin,
"u muthafucka i hate you",
but deep down i just want to be accepted,
becuz i know in his mind i am sumthin he regrets and,
im not gonna sit here and fret,
becuz you'll want me back somday,
how much youy wanna bet,
but until then ... im not gonna worry,
becuz im not in a hurry,
you've had me waiting on hold my whole life,
so i've learned to be patient ... i can wait.
ahh ... i know its not to great ... b/c i had a hard time findin stuff to rhyme.