Not Daddy's Little Girl

You don't praise me for the good I do
Instead you down on me for my failures
What am I to you?
A failure? A STD? A pest? or your worst mistake?

Where have the times gone?
The times where you pick me up off the ground
And you would say it's ok, there there
Where are they now?

I use to be your little girl
But now I'm drawn away
And locked up in my room
Why? Because I don't like being yelled at

We use to be close
Now I try to avoid you
Right now I should be where most kids are in their lives
I should be getting drunk, doing drugs, smoking, and being a slutty whore

Hell I should be cutting myself again
If I did would I be "Daddy's Little Girl" again?
Would you praise me and be proud then?
Would that shit make you happy "Daddy"?
Or would it create more disappointment from you?

I'm not the smartest equation in the math book
After all I am only human
I make mistakes and I sin
I'm sorry I'm not the "Perfect" daughter I should be