Daddys little girl.

She’s so good at the pretending
With the smiles and happiness
But what you’d never guess is
There are scars under her dress.

It’s torn her little soul apart,
Rips her all up on the inside,
To know everything, all of it
Was as toxic as the cyanide.

When she said “I love you Daddy”
She meant each damn syllable
And when he said it back,
Oh, but wasn’t it just terrible.

How long can it go on? She screams
It’s building up inside
When she can’t hide it away – she’ll break
Like all those times she cried.

Should’a been too much to ignore
But she’s too little to love
Daddy, just stop lying to her,
Your sweet little dove.

Now she’s got a fucking anger problem
Cause Daddy doesn’t care
She doesn’t have to hide a thing
Cause Daddy’s never there.

Oh, she looks so pretty now
Cause it’s been so many years
But what you never cared about
Was lost amongst the tears.

Daddy’s little girl is gone,
The tragedy unfolds
She doesn’t ask her mum
Why Daddy never calls.

Now we all have such great new lives
Like she never missed you
And if you say “I love you hon,”

Yeah? Well fuck you too.