Daddy's Little Girl
Iím all alone and the walls are closing in.
The only thing I have ever wanted was to make him proud of me.
I know now that itís never going to happen.
Every word that passes his lips is a lie.
Most harsh, and on some occasion sweet.
Almost like tossing back a hard liquor.
It burns like hell going down, but itís worth it for the simple fact of holding on to the belief that eventually I will have a good feeling after the burn.
I know I shouldnít take the mental blows anymore.
That I should walk away and never look back
But Iím guilty of wanting his love and attention.
For him to be proud to call me his daughter.
I canít help itÖ..Iíve always wanted to be daddyís little girl.