The younger years were better
When our relationship was as smooth as a feather
I miss having a man in my life who loves and respects me
I miss having that security of hope, and that everything last forever
Some things just have to come to an end don’t they
Happiness always comes to an end
Over stupid things such as losing a friend
I feel like mine and your relationship is strained
And that my heart is frayed
I wish that things could go back to the way they were
I am older
But I am still your daughter
Why don’t you act like my father?
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