I wait for the postman to bring me a letter
I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better
And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
A family in crisis that only grows older

Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am broken but I am hoping
Daughter to father, daughter to father
I am crying, a part of me is dying and
These are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart

And I wear all your old clothes, your polo sweater
I dream of another you
The one who would never (never)
Leave me alone to pick up the pieces
A daddy to hold me, that's what I needed

So why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go
Why'd you have to go!!

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth, did you ever love me
Cause these are, these are
The confessions of a broken heart

I love you,
I love you
I love you
I....!!!!!
I love you!!

Daughter to father, daughter to father
I don't know you, but I still want to
Daughter to father, daughter to father
Tell me the truth...
Did you ever love me!!!?
Did you ever love me? //I’m sure he does!
These are.....
The confessions...of a broken heart

Ohhh....yeah

I wait for the postman to bring me a letter..

I’m really not planning to blog what happened between me and my dad last night, but I really have to let this out of my system. I heard mass this morning since it’s Immaculate Conception, a day of obligation. The timing was very good! I was able to pray for my dad, my friend, and myself.

I had this great argument with my dad last night. I was so freaggin infuriated! I even cried the Yellow River! I definitely let the rage out of my system! All I did was to cry, cry, and still, CRY! The whole family tried to comfort me. Well, they should consider being life coaches. They made me stop crying! <3

When I woke up this morning, I had a very hard time to open my eyes. They’re both aching, but I didn’t bother applying eye products and wearing sunglasses just to hide them. Fortunately, they don’t look that bad. The only person who noticed my eyes was Phillip. He notices everything, from my fat ass up to the chalk dust clinging onto my hair.

After posting this, surely, my friends will ask what happened to me.

Ask me now before the time comes when I only tell good stories of my life.

PS. The situation last night was listed in my “to eradicate list”!