Will I ever be good enough?
In your eyes?
Will you ever be proud of me?
Or am I just a person to you,
In your eyes?
Am I? Will I?
I know you hate my clothes,
My hair, my eyeliner,
All I ever wanted was your
Approval, your praise.
But I’m still searching,
For signs of your praise.
I’m still searching.
But she gets it all,
In your eyes,
She’s everything I’m not.
Mommy’s little girl,
But I’m not.
Do you know how much that hurts me?
Do you know that I really do care?
You don’t, you don't.
Because I’m not
Mommy’s little girl.
In your eyes,
I’m just me,
And I hate you for it.
I know you love me,
I can see it in your eyes,
But it's so hard to feel,
And I’m going a little blind,
Think I’ve gone a little deaf,
Because the love there is missing too.
Sometimes it seems like it doesn't exist.
But it does, I know it,
I hope it.
So why does it always seem buried from me?
Like a dirty little secret,
Kept hidden away,
Except this secret we all want to share.
So let me in on this secret,
Because sometimes you hide it so well,
It seems like it's not even there.
