It's now that time
Where I reflect...

I'm tired of being your call girl
I'm tired of giving you pity...

I don't know what to tell you
What do you expect of me...

You know i tried so hard
To forget that you're my father...

I really do try to care
I do but it doesn't work...

Staring at the glass half empty
Not half full...

I was 17 years old when i died
Didn't make it to 18...

Who am I
Someone tell me please...

I sit here with words running through my head
How can you do this to us...

It's not like i need you.
I't not like you were always there...

I hate the fact that i miss you
I hate the fact that i want you back...

Sometimes I forget everything
Even the good...