• Writing about a razor blade?
    Talking about all of the misery made?
    I'm sick of these things and so much more,
    I've had it, you're still just a bore.

    I'm done here, I'm through.
    What will that ever mean to you?
    I'm sick of being known as someone you hate,
    And now I'll gladly tell of your fate.

    Why remember me for everything bad?
    Because I'm not the daughter you wanted or had?
    Why tell me things that will hurt,
    You know it makes me feel like dirt.

    'Oh, I didn't mean it'
    'Don't do that, don't you quit'
    'I'm just disappointed, that's all'
    When I need help, I'm not gonna call.

    You always act as though you aren't mad,
    Is this something that makes you glad?
    Don't you dare even start,
    Don't you even try to be smart.

    I know you too well,
    Please don't make me yell.
    You want something that I can't give,
    Please, just let me live!

    You know I don't want to cry,
    But if I do, goodness knows that you know why.
    It's because of you in the end, you see.
    Which is why you're still hurting me.

    Father, please cut it out.
    I'm just going to shout.
    I'm sick of this here, I'm done!
    Oh, don't worry... I've just begun!

    I'm not done here, at least not with this.
    Is this what you wanted to forever miss?
    This is something that you know is true...
    Two can play this game, from me to you.