From Daddy’s Little Girl

eighteen years you spent  focused on pain, any suffering you could give
eighteen years of my life were spent trying to find the will to live

wasted so many nights on tears and anger cuz I couldn’t understand
where the hell was my father? the man meant to hold my hand?

out of your mouth I’ve been a bitch, a dyke, a daughter you refuse to claim
trying to be ‘daddy’s little girl’ has drained my soul; now nothing else remains

I feel lower than dirt, trying to stand up tall, doing whatever it takes to make you proud
but I see regret in your eyes when you tell me you did better without me around

throwing me out, then dragging me back, mad when I’m able to hold my own
living in your house, failing and dying for you, when I could do better alone

feeling more dead than alive, my outlook on life’s now so cynical
not only are my emotions on ice, I can’t find truth in the physical

I’m so surrounded and pressured, I pray for death and see hell when I dream
I wanna scrape myself clean from the inside, remove all traces of you and your genes

does control make you feel better, validate your manhood, restore your pride?
or will you always see your mistakes when you look into my eyes?