My father would be ashamed.

My father would be ashamed

If he heard how I talked

And it would make my mother blush

To know I was her little girl

You turned me into a harlot

And I clung to you for strength

Together we were destined to stop

I just didn’t know it yet.

The songs that reminded me

That I was not this type of girl

Played softly in the mist around us

As you proved them wrong.

When the time came

For me to put up or shut up

I have never spoke so loudly

All in your control.

And I , well, I was never angry

Well, not until I realized I should be.

And you wouldn’t know that would you?

You didn’t stick around long enough to see

Me scratch at my arms, and pound my fists

Screaming to god about

how I am so much better than this.

But now I am not so sure,

Maybe I am just this girl

But I am not convinced.