I can't do this alone,
Not while you're out there without me.
I can't be strong,
Not while you're causing me pain.
I can't live,
Not while you're killing me.
I can't,
Not without you.
I can't,
Help...
As the clock strikes midnight, I'm cloaked in blackness.
All I see are the good memories gone dark.
Swirling in my brain, as icy and dark rain,
Drowning and breathing in the water.
Can't escape, your only daughter.
Try to hide but can't run away,
Drowning in sorrow's way.
Burning in your shadow tall.
Immersing in the great fall.
Here's to the good times, alone and apart, drifting from freedom at the start.
Don't get me started on where you went wrong, or what you did right.
Alone since nine, growing old and weak, waiting and staying only meek.
Now away you run, over again, never staying, always retreating from what you fear.
Here's to the good times, slim as so, since you're never around and never found.
Here's to who you were and who you now are...
Here's to the good times that seem so far...
At last, now's the time...
The time to tell you why I no longer belong to you...
I needed the space,
The freedom,
The relief of having such burden on my life...
From ten I raised her,
By myself,
Without you
