I burn in the wind when the phantoms come
When I long for your voice and conditional love
I recollect your wrong-doings and shove them aside
When I think of your jokes and our long jetski rides
My father, my friend, you withdrew in a hurry
You recoiled, ignored, and scoffed at my fury,
and when one day you think, and remember a while,
you'll miss the devotion of your loving step-child
Because she did not love you
means not that I shant
Means not that I wouldn't,
or couldn't, or can't
But now that you don't,
and you won't even try,
I'll take all these memories,
and set them aside
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