I love you father, but you make it so hard for me
You want complete control while I want to be free...

When I look in the mirror, why is the girl I see...
Her makeup is running down her face, and her eyes...

The quiet poet with dark brown eyes
You are the trusted keeper of my thoughts...

Sometimes, I wonder if all the hating will stop
Sometimes, I wonder if people have forgotten how...

You can look straight at me
and never see the pain in my heart...