Daddy, I was three years old when I noticed all your scars.
They covered up you arms and legs like a sky full of shooting stars.
You said you used to battle monsters;
with a sharp SWord and no sheild
But you had to stop when I was born 'cause it could get me killed.
Daddy, I was four years old when you almost died.
A new record of swallowed sleeping pills it seems you had defied.
Mom thinks I don't remember,
but that is just not true.
For how could I forget the time that I almost lost you?
Daddy, now it's ten years later.
I hope you're proud of me.
I may not be perfect but I hope I'm everything you thought I'd be.
You monsters fin'lly found me
And I found your sleeping pills
I guess it won't be long before your monsters get me killed.
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