I never asked Ты to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me bad.
I never asked Ты to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
или for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
или to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked Ты to beat up my Mom,
или for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked Ты to leave me alone,
или to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
или for the conflicts, the quarrels and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
или to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
или to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked Ты to raise Holy Hell,
или for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
или to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
или to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
или for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked Ты to throw me a ball,
или for the bruises when I took a "fall".

I never asked once but I'm asking Ты now,
I hope Ты make me understand somehow.
How Ты could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked Ты to be my Dad.


By Ronnie Doe