Daddy's Girl
Is it God, is it Nietzsche? To whom I pray all the things above? Who creates a lovely, well-known figure So that I don’t feel the loneliness call home? I’m trapped inside your minimalist kind of mind. Please, save me, and never look back. Lock me, make me face my worst, And the words I fear the most. All I know is I’ve only felt this rage When I was wearing my dad’s shoes, With glittery pink shoelaces, To change them so they’re mine and turn them my own. All I know is I’ve only been this reckless When I knew all the times I’d surrender for you, And the things I couldn’t bring myself to do. Realizing all I’ve given up Was to maintain your love by my side. Lock me, make me face my worst words, Until all I can consume is one last toast For us, for all the hopes that we kept, And the single symphony we’ll play When one of us has left. Make everyone around us think my greatest wish Is meant for humanity’s sake, And not being held wearing the costume I wore When I though...