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 thought you were the greatest man.

Break the rhyme, make some sense out of my verse,
Ignore, for once, how much I used to hate your car.

All I sense is this tinted dark hue,
Fogging up my dreams and the things I wish could come true.
Why can’t I walk around this Earth holding your hand,
As if I was Daddy’s girl again?
I know you want to do the same.