You try so hard to be the perfect daughter, and friend.. But your told you're a p***y, your told your wrong. Your pushed to the edge of passing out, or better yet dying. Your heart splits, your eyes become crystallized, and your body gives way.
What did I do to make him so mad?
When I leave the yells, and I leave the mean words, I still see you... When I look out the window I see your face distorted in the sun... Eyes full of anger and disbelief, what did I do to make you so in proud of me?
Why must I see your eyes so sad, so crazily sad... when I give my hardiest to do good in school, to be a good friend, to be a good daughter, but when I try to be there for you, I just get... words of hate, words of denial.. words of;
heartbreaking tones.
Why must I be the one who makes you and mom get mad at each other. I thought..
" I " was the one who brought you guys closer.. But know I'm the one separating you... But... I though I was your angel, your words, and your light.
Why am is my picture the devil? why am I the last words you say? why ... why am I the darkness in your song? Why am I the bad person, when I don't even know what I did wrong.
I try so hard to be the perfect daughter, I try so hard to not cry, but the tears come rolling down, faster than the beat of my heart. And I have no one to turn too.. No father or stepmother to turn to.. their gone, and I'm here with my grandma... But... she's not the same, I love her, I want to protect her,
but she's... not them.. or you.
Please tell me why I'm so wrong, why I'm such an unbelieved mess? Why am I the only one who sees threw my eyes, are my eyes that crystallized?
Why am I always wrong? ... Why am I the only one who sees... who sees that maybe it would be better if I just gave up..
Maybe I should except the pain and dark nights, the piercing screams, and the deifying cries, maybe I should invite those back into my life!
It would be better than hearing your hurt words and better than knowing your disappointed in me. It would be better, it would, but why am I so scared to do it redface cry question
What did I do to make him so mad?
When I leave the yells, and I leave the mean words, I still see you... When I look out the window I see your face distorted in the sun... Eyes full of anger and disbelief, what did I do to make you so in proud of me?
Why must I see your eyes so sad, so crazily sad... when I give my hardiest to do good in school, to be a good friend, to be a good daughter, but when I try to be there for you, I just get... words of hate, words of denial.. words of;
heartbreaking tones.
Why must I be the one who makes you and mom get mad at each other. I thought..
" I " was the one who brought you guys closer.. But know I'm the one separating you... But... I though I was your angel, your words, and your light.
Why am is my picture the devil? why am I the last words you say? why ... why am I the darkness in your song? Why am I the bad person, when I don't even know what I did wrong.
I try so hard to be the perfect daughter, I try so hard to not cry, but the tears come rolling down, faster than the beat of my heart. And I have no one to turn too.. No father or stepmother to turn to.. their gone, and I'm here with my grandma... But... she's not the same, I love her, I want to protect her,
but she's... not them.. or you.
Please tell me why I'm so wrong, why I'm such an unbelieved mess? Why am I the only one who sees threw my eyes, are my eyes that crystallized?
Why am I always wrong? ... Why am I the only one who sees... who sees that maybe it would be better if I just gave up..
Maybe I should except the pain and dark nights, the piercing screams, and the deifying cries, maybe I should invite those back into my life!
It would be better than hearing your hurt words and better than knowing your disappointed in me. It would be better, it would, but why am I so scared to do it redface cry question
