The urge to fill the void, of a father’s love that’s being deprived.
This daughter, seeks for vengeance, something she deserves.
Why on earth does he have to fall, down into the dirty pool.
When we are left unaided, he was stocked in someone’s pit.
Now have you come back, not to love, but to act as if you’re right.
We deserved someone better, a helper that doesn’t snare.
A truelove that lasts, never get despaired nor disappear.
Forgiveness is on your way, enough of your pestilence.
You have caused too much troubles, your childhood insolence.
Nevertheless, we still deserve the best not a pity like you are needed.
This void that haunts, desperation of my heart, in need of father’s love.
This fear of abandonment, always made me feel undecided.
My heart full of doubts, deprived of her father’s love.
Shamed, full of fear, as if I’m a murderer; she also feels.
Look, I did it on my own, a lot to be forgiven but not forgotten.
A lot to be accepted, to surrender myself to the once who cares.
To let go of the need and fill it with bliss; it’s okay to give but not too much of it.
I have everything I needed, I deserve so much better than a pity others think.
I have something, a beautiful rhythm; this life’s imperfection is a bliss.
Behind every success is a painful wound that needs a bliss.
Those people which caused it, losses; what am I a weakling?
I have already accepted, it’s just hard to heal it; this wound is too deep.
The void that attracts the blinds; I feel sorry for their crazy lives.
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