Basically you are just a distant relative to me
Usually you only come around at your own convenience
To pretend as if you care about what has changed since your last visit.

While I’m at home wishing you could feel the love your kid has for you at
Home wondering what’s the point of even calling you Daddy if
You can’t even act as if your child exist?

Don’t you remember that you promised my Mother forever
And that day I was born you held me and said,
“Don’t worry about a thing” cause you would always be there.
Days later you could not be found anywhere.
Yet years later you come back as if I was born yesterday.

When it all comes down to it
Here I am an adult all grown up all though
You are back in my life, I still wonder…
Why Daddy? Why?