I cradle the phone in bed at night
Waiting for the call...
She looks at him
and lets out a smile...
Tears roll down my face as I look at you.
I am your daughter, your disgrace...
Crying murmurs,
Trembling sighs...
I once sought out love
and found that love...
Sometimes I Wonder,
With My Feelings Bottled Up Inside...
I'm screaming,
But you only hear whispers...
I wonder why you even say you love me.
Everyday it proves less and less...
Let the sun burn out my pain,
so this will not have been in vain...
Get out of my life,
I can deal with my own problems...
Suffering from lies and false images
Of what I should look like or be...
I promise not to follow you
the track of your bad life...