Crying.
Built up, angry, upset.
You're supposed to fix the things that fall apart, be there to mend the saddened heart.
Pick me up when I fall and tell me to try again,
Not beat me down and wait for me to get back up again.
We shout down the halls and chuck things at the walls.
We call each other names,
yet we're smiling in the picture frames?
I don't understand why it has to be this way.
I don't understand why I have to feel this way.
I don't understand why we cause each other misery.
I don't understand why this is our history.
Can you explain why we're so messed up?
Why we're the family that is fucked up?
I don't want to hear any more lies, I want to know why I'm still alive.
I don't want to be here, I don't want to live.
Having to deal with you is to much for my head.
The sooner I get out, the sooner this all ends.
So, wake up, hear me when I say,
I'm not your daughter anymore.
I'm standing up and walking away.
