Over the edge

Sick of your arguments, sick of your lies
Sick of your moaning, you're not being wise
Shoved in the middle, pushed to the side
Never to greet me with arms out wide
Letting me stumble, falling with fear
I'm not being critical, just wish you were here
You're in a relationship, family of your own
I suppose that's the excuse why you don't phone
You've forgotten the past, moved on with your life
No second thoughts for your children or wife
I'm not being vindictive, or telling you what to do
But when people mention fathers, we say WHO?'
A phone call a month, a visit a year
It makes no difference, because you're no-where near
I used to hate you, tremble at your name
But now i know the truth, it was you who's insane
Abusive comments, your hatred for me
I used to silently beg, please just let me Be
You say you've changed, that you're the perfect Dad
But i can't remember any good times we've had
You made my life hell, i was the living dead
But now when i see you the colour is red
Red is my anger, boiling inside
You will pay for the tears that i have cried
But as i said before, hatred is a sin
I'll pretend things are fine, thrown aside in the bin