Blood shot eyes, Crimson taste Blood dripping from my arm The stinging of the blade.
I try so hard to be perfect in this changing world, Always trying to live up to "Daddy's little gurl"
Deep down inside there's things you don't know, like the smile I fake, or the nights I cry alone. The cuts on my skin from the sharpened blade, this is my life, I'm sorry daddy for the mess I made.
I know this hurts you, I see it in your eyes. The daughter you raised has lived nothing but lies, covering up the pain with each slice of the blade. Regretting all the unpleasant choices I made.
If I could go back and begin my life again, I wouldn't have chose this habit I'm in. I'd be everything a father expects from his baby gurl, instead of a lost soul in this changing world.
