Hurt


I remember having a wonderful time with you
Going fishing, helping you drive a boat
But for some reason you didn't like the sport I played...hockey
You came to my door when I was only twelve
Like any twelve year old I was happy to see you
I had my hockey bag...
You got into your car and left, you left me
When I was fourteen I tried to write a letter to you to say hello
You never wrote me back
So I let it be thinking you were just busy
I was wrong...
Now here I am twenty years old and have a high school diploma
Oh and also going to college in Peterborough
Thank you dad for not being in my life

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