This, was what love got “reduced” down to, nothing MORE than JUST a sorry excuse from you. You failed to show up, to your own child’s violin recital, and, as you finally made it, the show was over, and, you’d missed her performance, Mr. Daddy-Come-Lately!
You had a stuffed animal, and a bundle of flowers, and, you’d handed them to your daughter, and, you could see, that look of disappointment she had for you.
Love, a sorry excuse from you, you’d always been able to hide behind it, ‘cuz I’d never busted you for it, well guess what, that, WAS the very LAST time you’ll disappoint her, you put these thoughts, these fantasies inside of her head, painted up a world filled with bright-colored lies, and because she’s too young to know any better, unlike me, she’d gobbled up all your lies, time and time again!
Love, a sorry excuse from you, that, is what it’ll always AND forever BE, and, you will NEVER be the father that she needs, and, you’d missed out, on your own offspring’s coming-of-age, she’s now, a beautiful young woman. As I sit here, flipping through the pages of these well-kept memories, there was NO you in any of the photographs, how O-D-D???
Love is a sorry excuse from you, that neither one of us, mother OR daughter will EVER buy into, and, you’ll be left, with nothing BUT the regrets of missing out…………
Life, the Obstacle Course 