I didn't do jack s***, but that's what you make me feel like.
I've run away from you
But I always come back because I feel like it'll be different
But I'm always wrong,
It never gets any better.
I don't know if I hate you, but my love that I can only have for a father is not the same anymore, and I doubt it will be.
But I do hate the way you mak me feel. Every day.
You make me want to curl up and die, or just disappear.
I can't tell anyone this, because I know that if I do you'll be mad at me. And I can't really tell any of my friends the whole story, because they'll put me back in therapy. So I just have to suffer silently because of what you've doneandwhat you can do.
I hope you're happy, because I'm sure not.