Measure Up -

I'm not the type of girl, That changes for her friends,
I stand my ground, and act myself around them.

But when it comes to my dad, It's a completely different story,
Because even though he's my blood, Around him, I can't seem to be me.

My whole life he placed standards, On the way I should grow up,
And all through my past years, I felt I'd never be good enough.

And even though he was never there, Always somewhere else,
He still made me feel as though I HAD to change myself.

He was with his new wife, Leaving my mum hurt and alone,
And even though I hated his guts, I still called his place home.

The only answer he would give, To the problems I let surface,
Was beating the living sh'it out of me, Leaving bruises on my face.

My grades began to lower, And so did his love for me,
So I started to hate myself, Was never comfortable in who I'd grown to be.

I got into things, That were never meant for me,
Taking drugs, Stealing things, Doing as I please;

It tore my father apart But I didn't care
Cos where in the h'ell was he when I actually needed him there?

But still I strived for his affection, His attention is what I yearned,
But It wasn't until I hit rock bottom, That I came to learn;

That my father isn't worth my time, and every effort that I made;
He doesn't deserve my love, He doesn't even deserve my hate.

I want nothing to do with him, And the person he tried to make me be,
Because if I tried to measure up to his standards, I'll never know the real me.