so she drank alcohol to forget who she had become
and smoked cigarettes because that's who she was
but that wasn't her
where did my little girl go you cry
but this is what you had done
you tried to keep her away from what you thought was wrong, but she ended up becoming what you'd hope she never would
you always want to change me, nothing is ever good enough for you, but tell me, when will i be good enough
she shook with anger, each word venom pulsating through her veins, consuming her whole
was i ever good enough for you. i became what you used to be and you despised her
