The Things He Do

Why do I let myself get hurt?
Why do I let me take all this dirt?

Why do you do these things to your daughter
I wounder if you really want to be my father

Maybe you don´t and that hurts me so much
The memories of you and me has turned now into dust

I wish that I could stand up and protect myself from you
But I still can´t believe that all you do is true

I wish it could go back to the way it was
Back when we were happy, back when we had trust

I don´t think I love you anymore and because of that I cry
And I ask and plead to you, why daddy why?