Till i grew up, now i blew up it makes you sick to your stomach
Dosen't it, wasn't it the reason you made that cd for me da
So you could try to justify the way you treated me da
But guess what, your gettin older now and its cold when your lonely
And i am growing up so guick i'm gonna know that your phoney
And i am getting so big now you should see me i'm beutiful
But you'll never see me i won't even be at your funeral
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Prick, do your song keep tellin yourself that you was a dad
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish prick, i'm hopeing you just burn in hell for this shit
Remeber you said that your dad died
And i wished it was he
Well guess what he is dead
Dead to me as can be!!

