Poetry: Daddy's Girl

One mans trash is another mans treasure
If you leave your daughter she'll find someone better
But what kind of 'daddy'
Could leave his own girl
To fight for herself
In this cold, harsh world?

I guess the answer to my question
Would be; look in the mirror
And find yourself staring back
Resentful and bitter

She's grown up
She doesn't care
She couldn't find you anywhere
But where were you?

You were living the fast life
Looking out for number one
Never thought of that little girl
Didn't know who she'd become

I'll tell you who she is,
She's somebody new
She's not lonely anymore
And theres not much you can do

So if you ever want to
Find out how she is
Thats if you remember her name
Or how old she is

Look her in the face
And you'll be suprised
To find out that I've got
My daddy's eyes.