I used to love, I used to cry,

I used to think it would end if I could die.

I used to see, I used to hear,

I used to want to have you near.

But now I'm old, I'm twisted too,

And my life is much better without you.

I'm bitter and cynical, and having more fun,

I don't know why you seemed to be the greatest one.

Sometimes I think I'm finally free,

That there never was a you and a me.

But I cannot change, myself or the past,

Just as I knew that we'd never last.

So goodbye forever and try not to miss me,

Father; I will not miss you.

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