Daddy is the first image
of what a man is supposed to be
The first thing a young child has to see
I guess I just didn't see it
but it's the way that Daddy taught me how to be
Daddy made me think,
that perfect wasn't perfect for me
Daddy never showed me how a man was supposed to act
How am I supposed to make a lover out of that?
So now I'm sitting here,
wanting you so bad,
the writings on the wall
but my heart is in my hand
I wanted to try and ask you,
if you would come back,
but now you've changed
and your eyes are emotionless and black
I lied to you anyways,
confused with what I needed,
I never told you how I cheated
Nor did I tell you about how I cried
For that little sin,
I guess the guilt and sorrow just kept coming in
I don't deserve you now
and that's how Daddy always made me feel
Like I wasn't good enough, like I wasn't real
So I guess what I'm trying to say,
is I don't want to take the blame
For all my actions and their aftermath shame
and that I'm sorry and I want you again
Though you've changed,
and re-arranged.
No room for me.
No room for me.
I knew you never loved me anyways.
Never loved me anyways.
