Spoiled Dead

by Butterfly Ears   Oct 9, 2005


My dad does everything for me,
I do not even have to ask him to,
It does not even cost a fee
He does everything you do

When I am not even mad
He cuts my wrist
He is the perfect dad
He never gets me pissed

He causes bruises on my skin
He makes scratches appear
He makes blood come from with in
He can be my greatest fear

He is helping me with something
He will help me dangle
All he needs is a little string
And I will truly be Daddy's Little Angel

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