Pops done died, Pops in the ground, Pops won't speak to me Until he is found,
Pops won't speak And Pops won't talk,
And Pops won't find me, Until he learns to walk.
I don't want to see Pops ever again, But I see him in muh dreams, And he pretends to be a Fren,
Good job Pops, I love you so much, Great job Pops, I'll miss you a lot, But please Pops, I wish you would stop.
It sounds like your pops did you wrong; internalized trauma is strong. I may not be right, but maybe one night, he snuck in and touched your ding-dong?
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