Father Daughter Dance
Oh, I wish my heart wasn't broken from the start
I never stood a fightin' chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance
There was always drama
I'm sorry I'm always so anxious
And I'm just sorry I'm fucked up
I really just don't know how to love, how to trust
I tried, but when I talk about him, I should probably cry, but
He's nothing, he's no one, a stranger
Oh, I wish my heart wasn't broken from the start
I never stood a fightin' chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance
I'm never alone, but God, I'm so lonely
Fuck up my phone, hopin' it'll help me with my anxiety, but it don't
I don't even know if I wanna have kids
I don't wanna fuck 'em up the way you did
And sometimes I wonder, if I'd had a dad
Would he have protected me from all the bad shit? The bad men?
Would I even be the same person?
Somebody to help with the flat tire
Somebody to walk me down the aisle
Somebody to help with the flat tire
Somebody to walk me down the aisle
The worst part of this is I'm not even sad
How do I miss something I never had?
Oh, I wish my heart wasn't broken from the start
I never really stood a fightin' chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance
And everyone has pain up to their eyes
I'm sure that at the time you tried your best
And all of this has made me who I am
Without that father-daughter dance
I never stood a fightin' chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance
There was always drama
I'm sorry I'm always so anxious
And I'm just sorry I'm fucked up
I really just don't know how to love, how to trust
I tried, but when I talk about him, I should probably cry, but
He's nothing, he's no one, a stranger
Oh, I wish my heart wasn't broken from the start
I never stood a fightin' chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance
I'm never alone, but God, I'm so lonely
Fuck up my phone, hopin' it'll help me with my anxiety, but it don't
I don't even know if I wanna have kids
I don't wanna fuck 'em up the way you did
And sometimes I wonder, if I'd had a dad
Would he have protected me from all the bad shit? The bad men?
Would I even be the same person?
Somebody to help with the flat tire
Somebody to walk me down the aisle
Somebody to help with the flat tire
Somebody to walk me down the aisle
The worst part of this is I'm not even sad
How do I miss something I never had?
Oh, I wish my heart wasn't broken from the start
I never really stood a fightin' chance
In all my days, from my cradle to my grave
I'll never have a father-daughter dance
And everyone has pain up to their eyes
I'm sure that at the time you tried your best
And all of this has made me who I am
Without that father-daughter dance
Credits
Writer(s): Kesha Sebert, Andrew William Pearson
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