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Nothing...
I pick up the phone
And dial his number
Hoping to talk to him
Even for a minute
One ring, Two rings
And then his voice mail
I grab my cell
And send him a message
"Hey papa, I love you"
Three days pass
And I get nothing
I hop onto the laptop
And send him an e-mail
Telling him I am hurt
And in return
I get nothing
My dad used to be
Everything I tried to become
I used to talk to him
Every single day
But I guess that now
To him I'm nothing
And dial his number
Hoping to talk to him
Even for a minute
One ring, Two rings
And then his voice mail
I grab my cell
And send him a message
"Hey papa, I love you"
Three days pass
And I get nothing
I hop onto the laptop
And send him an e-mail
Telling him I am hurt
And in return
I get nothing
My dad used to be
Everything I tried to become
I used to talk to him
Every single day
But I guess that now
To him I'm nothing
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