Throw in my Face

You tell me not to yell

But shout it in my face

You tell me death is not the answer 

But plead to give you the knife

Oh what a hypocrite you are

When everything you tell your daughter is a lie

You tell me not to let the work take hold of me

And then you yell about everything you have to do

At least you don't get a grade on what you do

You said you live for me

But you make life a living hell

I'm sick of this 

Being pushed to my best

And you don't even seem to see

Why is everything you tell me a lie

I'm your one and only daughter

Stop taking about all the wrong of my father

Stop telling me not to worry about grades

Stop yelling, begging for death to open its doors

Mother, Mother....Mother

don't throw life in my face 

Just let me be me

And stop making your daughter's life 

A living hell