the moon's so bright,
you can drive with your headlights out

me: i want a pixie cut.

me two seconds later: i want to be Rapunzel.

you manage to turn the ones i love against me.

you manage to turn my family against me.

you manage to turn myself against me.

i’ve never understood your grudge against me.

i’m the one who spent my nights crying.

i’m the one who always felt like dying.

i’m the one who had to listen to your lying.

you’re just the one who spent his time trying-

just to buy my affection.

but take a look at your reflection,

and see the infection

that led to your daughters feelings of rejection.

you put drugs above me,

you put sleep above me,

you put money above me,

you put everything under the sun above me.

and don’t think now that your present

that i have to be pleasant,

or that this tiny percent 

makes up for all times you were absent.

but I shouldn’t even bother.

because of you i am stronger.

but you were never my father,

and i’ll never be your daughter.

my father loved me.

my father protected and respected me.

my father gave and slaved away for me.

the majority of my fathers priorities started and ended with me.

that man,

the man who held me the first time my heart broke,

the man who taught me my very first notes,

the man who actually gave a fuck when i spoke,

that man is my father.

so stop trying to be someone

you and I both know you could never become.

i don’t want your love,

and frankly, i’ve had enough.