At Last
© By Andrea De Beauvernet
Conversing with you is extremely hard
And confrentations I try to aviod
Your emotions captured in a lame card
But it seems all these years I have been toyed
Fabricated truths were your speacialty
Speaking of perfect times shared with eachother
Living in your ideal reality
All the while being hateful to my mother
When you left our lives happiness was felt
At Last we felt like a family
The path you are on hangs on your belt
Now we all have bonded in harmony
No longer are you needed, don't bother
The pain is over my dearest father
© By Andrea De Beauvernet
Conversing with you is extremely hard
And confrentations I try to aviod
Your emotions captured in a lame card
But it seems all these years I have been toyed
Fabricated truths were your speacialty
Speaking of perfect times shared with eachother
Living in your ideal reality
All the while being hateful to my mother
When you left our lives happiness was felt
At Last we felt like a family
The path you are on hangs on your belt
Now we all have bonded in harmony
No longer are you needed, don't bother
The pain is over my dearest father
