And if only you wouldn’t behave so immature
I love you but living with you is torture
Why do you hurt me with new words each day
You make me feel so guilty, I want to run away

I’m doing the best I can, pleasing you is so tough
At this point I’ve given up, because I know I’ll never be enough
You no longer see me as a person, and certainly not a daughter
You hate him, but...