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 why are you acting the same as my father?

I don’t want to play this game, because we’ve done it a thousand times
You’d think my suffering would be noticed as a sign
But you’re always going to hurt me and I’ll always cry
Money is clearly more important to you than whether or not I die

So maybe I’m sarcastic and incredibly unhinged
But you’re shooting toxins through me with your controlling syringe
We don’t trust each other, and this takes time
But why am I always the only one who tries
This relationship is impossible, I’m tired of your lies

© VeyaRaya