| These Cuts How can I keep on cutting myself to pieces? When will I grow up? I feel like I�m in a dream spinning I can�t even open my eyes long enough To see things for what they are I can�t even see my self in the mirror I hate the fat ugly selfish moron that stares back I never realized how much that my father mattered to me Just lately I have seen the light I used to not care that he hated me But I am his Daughter And he couldn�t care less about me He doesn�t know how to be a daddy I am not Daddy�s little girl. Why after all these years is it just stinging? New cuts now for him I have some that belong to my mother My boyfriend My life But now some belong to him� Why does it hurt? After all these years And no tears were shed on his behalf� But these cuts� They belong to him. |