I used to be daddy's little girl, i used to be his one and only. when he was upset and crying, i would be the one he would call on when he got lonely.
I used to be his everything, just as he was mine. He used to brush my hair,and swing me out side.
then one day, my dad wasn't there to push me anymore..
i fell off the swing that day, and it started to pour.
i was not longer daddy's little girl, he had found another to take my place.
This girl smelled of a drinker, and always spilled her alcohol all over the place.
she wasn't nice, but my daddy thought so.
i used to be daddy's girl, the one he called on for everything. i used to be daddy's girl,the one he used to sing to before we got tired.
he used to be my father..
he used to my everything.
but now he has another love in his life... I'm no longer anything, but a simple memory of how good things used to be.
daddy i remember you..but do you still remember me?
