Please hold your orders
They mean nothing to me
Just in one ear and out the other
Don’t tell me what to do
Or try and change my mind
By making me see it your way
Your wrong and that doesn’t fly with me

You didn’t love me
Get me a dad that does
And maybe I’ll listen to him
One that I can get along with
And understands me
One who loves me to death
And has my back no matter what

A father that has no lack
Looks upon me with pride
And smiles in approval
If something happens to me
He’ll be twice as mad as me
And say things to make me feel better
Before he takes care of it

Search this city
I’ll wait for you to bring him
But I’d be waiting forever
You’d probably come back with a counterfeit
That might try to make me feel better
Without even caring me but about my mom
Who happens to live with some guy she calls son

False passion burns my rage
Lame charm hurts my ears
It’s so easy to tell someone to get over it
Not knowing how it feels
So don’t tell me anything
I can’t even hear you
My griefs shout louder than your words

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