It seems so harmless. Pick up the phone. Sure, you can talk to her...
but please don't promise her gifts.
Gifts from daddy.
Anything you want.
Daddy, daddy, daddy...
you can't give her what she needs
you never could
and now you've given her something that you can't take back.
you've given her hope
empty hope
empty promises
and I'm here to pick up the pieces of her broken heart
again
and again
and again.
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