All they do is lie

All they do is lie
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I miss your goodnight story
I miss your goodnight kiss
I miss your saying “honey behave good or no new tv”
I miss your voice and your shiny smile
But still I know you won’t come around
They say you’re busy I know they’re lying
They don’t understand how much I am crying;
they can’t see that inside I am dying.
They say keep trying,
but of all the things I miss the most is that
daddy you’re not here with me <\3





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